College girls on camp
When the story I’m about to tell you happened, I was just twenty-one, engaged to be married, and desperately unhappy. Jeff and I had been engaged for six months and I knew that I’d made a major mistake but I didn’t have any idea of what to do about it. The wedding was planned for October and it was already late September. Both families were terribly pleased with the match and I felt as if I was on a train rushing toward a river crossing, knowing that the bridge was...