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air as if to say: Here's my goods, big boy, cream away!
    I-can't-believe-it!
    Oh, no, no, no!
    I even creamed up his back afterwards, like the fool I am!
    I kick the sand as I walk down the beach. The sun is just starting to set. It's a long beach. I've already walked one length and I'm on my way back now. In the distance I see him.
    Little Dylan Morris, my tormentor!
    Oh, you sexy little man, what are you doing to me? He was walking in my direction but now he's stopped. He's waiting for me.
    “ Hey, you all right?” he asks.
    I think of ten snappy things to say, but in the end I just reply, “Yeah, fine.” But I'm not fine.
    “Sorry I took off so quickly yesterday,” he says.
    After I rubbed cream on his back, instead of pulling my bikini off me, he ran off. I waited for 20 minutes, like an idiot, at the pool—but he never returned! I don't know what happened, but it made me mad. I got up and walked the length of the beach. When I got back our parents were back, too. I didn't talk to Dylan the whole evening, either.
    “Why should I care?” I'm trying to be Miss Cool. What a joke! Even I don't believe it. I give in and try to find out what really happened. “What did you go to do, anyway?” I say.
    “ Oh,” he says, “Nothing. I just—nothing, really.”
    Nothing? I roll my eyes. Dylan Morris, you silly little boy!
    “ I've always had a crush on you,” he says, changing the subject. “Ever since I was eight.” He turns to the side and laughs. “It's terrible, I know. But I've spent most of my life waiting for our joint family vacations each year, just to be able to spend some time with you.”
    “ Really?” I ask. I mean, I know what boys are like. They like girls. Any girl will do. But to hold a eight year crush on someone is something else. “I've alway thought you were a goof ball,” I say. I'm also smiling now. Funny, I feel a little better already.
    “ Yeah, well, I am a goof ball, I guess.”
    “ Were .”
    “ What?” he asks.
    “ You were a goof ball. But not anymore.”
    “ So what am I now?”
    I huff and shoot my eyes up to the sky.
    “Now,” I say, pointing at him, “You're a problem.”
    He looks at me confused. I walk past him and head back to the resort. I expect him to stop me and ask me what I mean. That's why I said it, after all! But he doesn't say anything. What's with guys? Don't they understand anything? Signals, Dylan! Focus, you sexy tormentor!
    But he doesn't get it.
    Now what do I do?
    I can't turn back around. I'll just look stupid. I walk slowly.
    Come on, dummy! Ask me to come back! I think.
    I glance back and see that he's walking, alright, but in the opposite direction. Now I'm twice as frustrated as I was when I started my walk. I decide to forget him and remind myself he is just little Dylan Morris.
    I return to the resort and sit down on one of the lounges. The sun has already set, but I still wish someone were here to rub cream on my back.
    I don't see Dylan for the rest of the evening. After two bottles of wine our parents decide to go out after all. I'm back on babysitting duties. Dylan doesn't join me, so it's just up to me.
    The two kids decide on another Disney film. My eyes are watching the film, but my thoughts are playing a different film. It stars a sausage monster and a tube of suncream. No matter what I do, I can't turn it off. So I give up and watch it. My home made picture in my mind is making thing awfully hot inside me. The Force inside me screams, It's hot in here! And I agree. It is hot in here.
    Did I tell you I am out of control?
    Out-of-control.

9. Day Four
     
    At breakfast Dylan smiles at me. It's the first time I've seen him since the beach yesterday and I notice how happy I am to see him. Why? Don't ask me that! How do I know?
    I sit next to him.
    “ Enjoy the walk yesterday?” I ask.
    “ Very pleasant, thanks,” he responds.
    “ You know,” his mom looks at us sitting next to one another and points, “you two would make a great