Bail on the massage to find Beth

No way. Even if a massage wasn't a guaranteed way for your secret to be found out, how could you enjoy it if you are worried about Beth? You have to talk to her. Nothing else matters right now.

"I left something at the cabin," you tell Michelle.

"Be fast," she warns you.

You are fast, and you run just like you would in a match. You know which cabin Beth is staying in because you saw her come out of it this morning. If you saw something shocking like she just did, you might run back to your cabin.

You are tired out from the day and it is too hot for this, but you still sprint. You slow down when you reach the cottages, and Beth comes out of hers as you walk toward it. It looks like she saw you through the window.

She stops on the porch, staying in the shade, and folds her arms.

You don't feel very brave, but you still walk right up to her.

"I can explain," you say.

"No need," she says with a weird expression on her face.

There are other girls around, but they are not close enough to hear. You know what you want to say, but you still have to figure out the words.

"I have lady parts," you mutter.

"I saw." You realize Beth is dazed. And... she did see, didn't she? You were spread wide open, with both sets of privates exposed.

That doesn't make you feel better.

"It's kind of a secret," you tell her.

"I gathered that," the British girl replies, nodding. "Does your coach know?"

"No."

"Who does?"

"Not that many people."

She keeps her arms folded tightly across her chest and stares at you.

"Why the fuck were you blowing a load in the fucking public shower?" she whispers.

You groan. Why doesn't she already know? It's frustrating. Nobody understands.

"Because of you. All of you."

"Us in our knickers got you hard?"

"Yes." You say it through gritted teeth. "It happens a lot. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that there. I'm sorry." You apologized twice. What else can you do?

"All right," Beth mutters, and she moves kind of uncomfortably.

"Have you told anyone?"

"Probably wouldn't fucking believe me." She snorts.

"So are we okay?"

Beth doesn't answer right away. She is looking at you with a strange, intrigued face.

"Come in here," she says, looking at the door to her cabin.

"What?"

"Come in."

Now it's getting really uncomfortable.

"What for?"

"Just fucking come the fuck in," she whispers.

"No way." This is crazy.

"I'll fucking tell."

You feel sick all of a sudden.

"You want to **** me?"

"Yeah I fucking will."