I was her second kiss!

I met Lilly a couple of years ago, back at church summer fellowship camp. You were wrong. She hasn't just kissed one guy. I was her second!

I was a camp leader and ran a small workshop based on some teachings and that night I was the duty perimeter guard to make sure no-one was up to anything they shouldn't be. Anyway, old Shirley had overheard Lilly arrange to meet this young guy she had been getting friendly with at Midnight at the boat house on the lake. Old Shirley had caught them kissing by the bonfire after dinner and had told them off then told me and the other staff all about it, shaking her head in disgust at their morals.

Later I watched from the meeting point as Lilly slipped out the back door of the girls' dorm a about quarter to 12 and took the path quickly away from the camp towards the lake. The moon wasn't out and it was full cloud cover, but the camp was lit up well enough to see by. I carefully stole round to the back of the male dorm in time to see Henry Fortenbrass trying to sneak out to meet her. I barred his way.

"Going somewhere Henry?"

"uh. uh. um. No sir, I was just going for a little walk".

"Its after curfew Henry."

"Yes sir. I know but...", he frantically tried to think of an excuse or a way to meet his heart's desire, but failed.

"I could accompany you if you'd like a walk to the front gates and back for some air if you like Henry. If anything's troubling you, you can talk to me if you want".

With a sigh, he gave up, "no thanks Sir, I'll maybe just try to get some sleep after all."

"Good night Henry".

"Good night sir".

After the dorm light went out, i nipped back quickly to the watch post. Lilly had been gone for 15 minutes. She should be almost at the lake by now - it was a mile along the high path through the trees. I quickly pulled a black hoodie on and killed the camp lights. Without those to navigate by she would be just about blind by now i figured. I knew the paths well though and with a mini pen-light i set off at a trot.

I found her walking like a slow zombie with her arms stretched out in front of her. She was almost at the boat house and 10 yards from the path, feeling her way from tree to tree. She was clearly visible wearing a white cotton dress and white sneakers. I deliberately stepped on a twig hard enough to snap it.

"What. Who's there? Henry is that you?"