After I left him and got myself home, I was in a tizzy, trying to decide what to bring. I packed an overnight bag with jeans and a dress. I showered before bed, to clean away the wetness that had seeped between my thighs. Sand had somehow made its way to my scalp, well, actually, to every crevice of my body. My face was a blackened mess, as I had thought it would be.

Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, he would be picking me up. I rolled restlessly in my bed, thinking about what we might do at the hotel. He had specifically said I couldn’t play with myself...