Since deep down, I had only wanted Mike, it was a pact I'd easily made and eagerly anticipated being fulfilled. I'd been a virgin when we graduated from high school. Mike must've felt the same, or hadn't had the moves to get into a girl's pants, because he had been one, too. So we had one night. One time when we'd been something to each other. To show how much we'd felt for each other, how much of our feelings we'd saved up. Kept special just for each other. Our firsts.
He'd left the next week to be a counselor at the sleep-away camp in Idaho he'd attended every summer since he was seven. From there, he went directly to Stanford, then on to medical school, residency and life.
I'd spent the summer before college alone and hurt before heading to Tulane, then four years later had come back
