Francis leaned close to my ear, his voice impossibly rough. "Baby, one more time..."
'No. No more. Enough...'
I shook my head, but couldn't say a word.
Despite being immersed in the spring, my throat was parched. My body was so hot I felt as if I were being steamed alive.
Then I realized he just called me baby, and I froze again.
In that brief moment of distraction, Francis started moving hard once more.
Water splashed, sending out ring after ring of ripples that seemed never to stop.
At last, Francis came again.
I slumped against the table by the pool, wet hair hanging on either side of my flushed face. I looked utterly limp and thoroughly used up.
Before I could recover, Mom called from the next pool. "Hester! Charles and I have had enough of a soak. We're heading back to camp.
