"Oh my, suddenly it was awfully warm in there." She didn't add that she spent the next two hours clutching that butt and those shoulders, that wasn't ...hat the girl wanted to hear."I never thought of looking at rowers," the girl said, her eyes shining. "I guess they'd have to be strong, wouldn't they?" Strong legs, too," Sammi added. "I've got this sudden interest in rowing. I've been thinking I should go check it out after watching some of the tennis."The other girl nodded. "I can see that.. “Give me a call tomorrow, and let me know how the show was.”“Sure,” I promised.Terry walked against the current of the crowd, and faded from my view. I looked down at the beers in my hands. Two drinks and no friend. I quickly chugged one of the beers before heading back to the field.The sky was completely dark now. The night air was cooling, but the collective heat of a couple thousand human bodies was still sweltering. I wandered through the crowd, aimless, and not wanting to settle too close. Still no reply.He cautiously trawled through the medieval, pitch-black, dreary castle, mindful of every blind step he took."Emily! ...Let me know you're OK, at least! Please!"He kept calling out in his quivering voice."Up here!"Her voice finally called out in the darkness, echoing off of the cold stone walls."Where?"He strained his eyes, trying to see anything in the dark."Up the stairs, right in front of you."She directed just as he banged the toe of his shoe on the first step of the grand. And then the punishment began in earnest. First she slapped one side of my face, and then the other. I was made to watch her hands swing down and strike my face. I was forced to look at her face, which metamorphosized from demonic to angelic. I was forced to watch this satanic angel hitting me. Again and again. Inexorably. Left, then right, then left, then right. It wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop, for she looked transformed. My face was burning. I could feel my cheeks puffing up. I could feel.