When I awoke, it was almost dark. Then, unbidden, the events of the past twelve hours resurfaced in a mixture of confusion, guilt, and extreme pleasure. I processed them as logically as I could and repeated platitudes about being an adult and maintaining appropriate distance and intellectually acknowledging the fact that I was terribly attracted to the woman in the main house a mere few hundred feet away. It’s okay. You’ve had a crush on her for years and you were perfectly capable of functioning. There is no reason that it should be any different. Just maintain some distance and try to avoid any intimate situations.
Then the other voice started. Whom would it hurt to have a little summer fling, for heaven’s sake? She’s right: you are both adults, and besides, who would know? You both wan
