Chapter 9I was back at the pool the next night for a shift. It was no coincidence that Dale and the team showed up—remember how I’d long ago fiddled with the schedules to make sure my shifts always coincided with water polo practice?. Seeing him tonight didn’t fire me up as it had in the past, for some reason. Maybe because I was feeling like a bit of a slut.
Oh, and wouldn’t you know it—when Dale came onto the deck, our eyes met for a second, he just winked and kept walking. Later, I noticed a couple of the boys glancing in my direction, snickering. Nice. Real mature, dudes. I spent the rest of the practice watching the lane swimmers go back and forth, ignoring the jocular excitement down the far end of the pool.
Well, this f*****g sucks. Who’d have thought losing my virginity would mea
