A playground, plastic and wood and steel, jungle gym and swings, slanted house; sitting damply in the invariably existing sandbox.I stood there, lost ...n the rain, until she tugged at my hand and we started forward. She. Her. The girl. For what would it be without one. As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit with a sense of chagrin. Younger, it must be said because everything counts and nothing does. Lovely and perfect regardless.The tent lies ahead, reaching into the sky, circusy and. "Sorry I don't have a guestroom for you. My son stays here someweekends, although I guess he won't be back till he gets out of hiscast." I felt very awkward having Ron see me as a guy, and he must havesensed that, because after a brief conversation about his son'scondition, he left me alone and closed the door behind him.Finally! I put Missy's suitcase on Ron's plush king bed and opened itup, removing the only outfit I'd yet to wear in Chicago: my polka dottieback blouse and my black skirt. “I want to create tension between students because I was also put in a situation like that with a boy I liked. I know Patrick has an eye for a beautiful girl like you Jennifer and you probably just overlook him as another guy that wants to get into your pants or skirt in this situation” Mrs Hodgekins continued and we just nodded. “The tension I created was to see what would happen between the two of you and if you would just leave it at that or if you would pursue it further” Mrs Hodgekins. It’s all I can think about,” Robyn stammered out.“Robyn, I’m not offended. In a way, I’m flattered. I also exaggerated a bit. I’m not a virgin, but twenty-thirty times was on the excessive side,” Matthew added to their mutual confessions.Matthew was patting her back, telling her it was okay; he rather likes that she was. His pats turned more and more to caressing up and down her spine, moving his hand under her top.To think that is what Robyn was worried about. Her being a virgin still is.