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Summer died that night.

It was a sad end to a summer holiday romance. But then again what did I expect, we had met had fun and tomorrow we returned to our respective homes, miles apart, from one end of the state to the other.

It all started the day Chris Furth sat down on the beach next to me. I was preparing a fishing line for casting. I was down from our holiday house on the top of the ridge overlooking the beach. It was a fabulous spot, waking each morning to a panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean.

Chris and I were the same age, she was a skinny girl, like me in those days. We hit it off immediately and spent the next week together, she coming fishing with me, me going for walks along the beach and up among the sprawling sand dunes.

We met a few times at night, and one night I took her to the movies over in town. We had to walk a fair way as we were both holidaying on the northern side of town.

Night afforded us the privacy of darkness, and on our way home we stopped after finding a secluded spot.

Chris had a willing body, her skin was soft, her curves enticing for a boy my age and she was happy to allow me to caress those bits I never thought she’d let me near.

At the same time, she wanted to feel my skin beneath her hands, and I was excited beyond belief and didn’t do anything to stop her.

It was a hot and torrid evening, and we eventually parted too afraid as it turned out to go the full distance.

I slept restlessly that night and awoke to memories of the night before wondering if we’d get to spend tonight together as I realized it was to be our last night.

We did, it was wonderful, and I cherished every second. That was until her dad caught us, both with our pants down you might say.

He roared at Chris, grabbed her and bundled her into his car and drove off before I had time to pull my pants up.

The next morning there was silence from Chris’ place. She and her family had gone. There was no goodbye, nothing.

I was left devastated, I went to her place hoping there might have been a note with an address even, but there was nothing to be found.

It was a sad end to a great summer. I anticipated that the following Christmas they’d be back, but I never saw her again.

I often wonder what happened to her. Summer did, for me, die that night.

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