have a romantic relationship. Even though it had been
better the second time, so much of what happened
seemed mechanical. He sat back on the bed, still
naked, and said nothing. In the glimmer light of the
candle. I thought he looked very content with himself.
He was almost gloating.
"Neither of us are ever going to forget this," he
said. "for the rest of our lives. I read somewhere that
sexual experiences are the most permanently and
deeply embedded memories a person can have. I can't
imagine someone saying he can't remember having
been with this woman or that or when, can you?" "I guess not," I said.
"Anyway. I'm glad I came up here tonight." That was the closest he came to saying anything
romantic even though he might have planned to say
more because a moment later, we heard a rap on the
bedroom window. I turned and looked to see Rhona's and Skeeter's laughing faces and somewhere within
my chest, my heart bobbed like an apple in a pot. "Jesus!" Tyler cried. He hurriedly covered
himself, but a moment later, their faces were gone. "Who the hell was that? Was that Rhona and
her boyfriend?"
"Yes," I said, and quickly began to dress
myself. "They must have seen the candlelight
flickering in the window."
"Damn," he muttered, hurrying to get his
clothes on. too. "Who knows how much they saw?
Who knows how long they were standing there?" "What's the difference what they saw and
didn't? I don't care about them," I told him.
"Yes, but they could talk, gossip about us," he
said. "Damn."
Was he worried about me, us, or that his mother
might find out he had snuck up here to be with me? I