Except for one—us taking her both at once. Mrs. D wanted to keep that for the finale. She called it my going away present. Whenever she said it I was torn between anticipation and sorrow. I didn’t want our time together to end. I’d left College so certain of myself, knowing exactly what and who I wanted. Now….I wasn’t so sure. So many doors had been opened, boundaries crossed—who had I become and what did I want? It was our last night together, I had a couple of more days left before I went back to college, but their kids were coming back the next day and Mrs. D said it had to end. She’d done the room up in candles, so many that the room was bathed in soft flickering light. The scent of vanilla lay heavy in the air—a smell I would forever associate with sex. We’d just finished our last nude swim and we were all naked when we entered the room. Mrs. D had one hand and he had the other.
