During the year when it was hot and we were too far from the beach, we used to swim at Thirlmere Lakes. There were four connected freshwater lakes. They were surrounded by reeds and set in bushland, rich in native flora and fauna including beautiful flowers that snapped shut when you touched them and long grey goannas. The first lake was closed for public use, the second was dedicated to those using motorboats pulling along water skiers. In actual fact it was way too small for skiers so it wasn’t too popular for that in the end. The third lake was left for swimmers and had a long wooden wharf that was perfect for running along and jumping into the water. It also had a ladder, with which you could climb back out of the water and then run and jump again over and over. The fourth lake I very seldom saw as it was past a locked gate that we inevitably named ‘The Locked Gate’. It was privately leased and had a caravan park on it that was rumoured to be a nudist camp.the canoe
But then it’s different for boys, epecially boys like Mike - tall boys, not that bright but fast runners, broad-shouldered boys with normal looks and mall clothes. What would it be like to live in his body? Would she feel invincible? When they’re naked she likes to lie behind him sometimes and line her arms up with his, warm skin of his back against her front, and half-circle his wrists with her little hands, and jostle him like a puppet. ‘You are mine,’ she’ll murmur, in a Dracula voice, trying not to giggle. ‘All mine.’
'I'm yours,' he’ll say, smiling, complacent.detour
He walked up the hill to the station so he could see all of the place, and all of the place looked how they filmed soft-focus in old porn, with petroleum jelly on the lens. He didn’t know if they still did that anymore. Maybe some studios did, trying to be more authentic. Those greased-over actresses would be like the old dogs on the Rue de _____ now. All the old dogs except Rosa.
The greased-over men would be like him.rosa, goodnight