" Scott said. "Truthful about what?" Brian wanted to know. Scott looked at him and then looked away. "Is it enough when you marrya woman to te...l her you'll be faithful to her? Or do you have to admit thatyour feelings for her aren't...well, aren't exclusive." "Exclusive?" Brian said. "You're in love with someone else?" "No, not that." Scott said. "But...well...." Brian was racking his brain on this! He came up empty. "Scott, if I'mgoing to help you on this, you have to give. " "Why wouldn't I enjoy myself when I'm with you?" I quipped, trying for a friendly side glance all the while cringing inwardly for how cheesy I sounded, my eighteen year old self was anything but smooth. She just smiled. ---That evening around seven o'clock I knocked on her residence's outer door. Patricia opened it, and behind her Kat's wheelchair rolled out of her room, ready to go. Kat had an electric wheelchair that she controlled with movements of her head which gave her a fair measure of. After all, they weren't under the influence of the tickets any more, unlike last week.A car engine could be heard approaching, and I was surprised to see headlights move toward the clearing. Wendy's Datsun made it to the clearing and parked next to Kristen's Camaro.Camille got out of the Datsun and looked at Kristen's car. Kristen was still seated in the driver's seat. She looked up at Camille and smiled. "You like?"Camille said, "Bitchin'. You know how to ride a stick, too? I get all confused. As a camper, I saw counselors coupling off. But now, as a counselor myself, I realized it took a highly developed sense of time management to pull it off, not to mention somehow finding the privacy, no mean feat in a camp with all those kids and staffers. Of course, that assumed that Becky was even interested—not something I’d bet on. I did look forward to speaking with her again, an opportunity that arose during a co-ed swim period. The girls and boys rarely mingled in their sports.