When I opened the door to the truck and Jeanine got in without saying a word and started scrolling through her new batch of pictures, I got to thinking. When Jeanine did all these things, tugged at my towel, teased me, took pictures of me naked in the water with a huge grin on her damaged face, I only hoped that she didn’t get any ideas. It was cute, all these things, but they made me wish I was someone else. It was only a matter of time before I resented her for having the audacity to show me affection. I’m not cool or edgy for any of this, I know that. It’s just how it was.