"The supplies were unloaded and everybody began carrying the boxes up to the hut. As they walked up the beach, Allison spoke more with the captain abo...t when they would be ready for departure. She thought it could be in a couple of days, but was not sure. He could return each day at high tide as before. She would be more specific by tomorrow. The captain understood, and told Allison there was no hurry unless the weather should change.Everybody took it easy at the hut while Amy and the Captain. Probing gently, Hanna became convinced that Holly was addicted to sex-if slightly kinky, so much the better. I didn't disagree, but thought there was more to it-maybe some childhood abuse or other psychological trauma.The football team had a psychologist on retainer, who was available to anyone on the team. I made an appointment to consult her."Dr. Rabb, thanks for seeing me." Any time Gary. What's your problem?" It's not mine. Really. Hanna and I have a friend who seems addicted to sex. I. Okay. So I can accept that with our age difference. But don't you have any other feelings for me too, like I have for you? I mean, I love you, not as a master to a maid, not as a student to his teacher, or a patient for his nurse. I love you as a man to a woman. A beautiful and desirable woman."She was crying now. I held her in my arms and she seemed to melt, cowering on the crook of my shoulder. After a long time, I lifted her face to mine. "Please. Let me just kiss you. Just once."She closed. Coming into the clearing from the track was a man and a woman, walking with their arms around each other.Bugger, thought Ned, that's fucked up ... his thoughts paused ... that's Mr Simpson, and his wife. My goodness she and her sister are alike. Ned remembered seeing them together at sports day the previous summer, the only way you could tell them apart was a large brown birthmark on the games mistresses upper arm. They're awfully lovey dovey, he thought, married couples aren't like that ....