While we enjoyed our run, we enjoyed our shower even more. As we dressed for breakfast, I told Jack that the one disadvantage of camping was the prosp...ct of separate showers. We laughed together.We were downstairs preparing breakfast when the doorbell rang. It was Pam and John. They came into the kitchen looking very happy and satisfied. We had seen Becky going inside as we returned from our run. They had their arms around each other only separating long enough to give us each hugs.John said,. His name was Nick and we chatted about college and nightclubs and stuff. He seemed distracted though, so I excused myself and went upstairs for a shower.It was so hot outside I hadn’t bothered with a towel, which was a big mistake! When I walked into the bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror I froze. I was wearing a brand new white swimming costume. It should have kept me nicely covered but the water had made it almost totally see-through. The thin wet material clung to my skin making. That included playing “doctor” in the treehouse my dad built for us quite a way back in our big yard.We examined each other’s parts and she thought our little stiffies were cute. We were all fascinated by the way the other kind peed and played a few games with that as part of our innocent explorations.When puberty struck, and of course her earlier than us, she was still like a sister and would talk to us about sex. It was in the early 60s and we were woefully ignorant. One day on the way home. In the air over somewhere. No, someone elses. You were right about Fred. It took almost a year, but you were right. (Pause.) Another woman. He wanted me to meet her. (Pause.) I told you, I don’t know. I told Fred to leave me alone then I stood there, pissed, staring out the window, trying to decide whether to call you or walk home, and the next thing I know, I’m picking out stuff from the deli at Safeway then getting on a plane with a cute guy I thought was giving me a line of bullshit..