The next morning, she changed into her swimsuit and went swimming. She again found Eleu sitting on his dock.

“Do you want to come inside?” he asked her. Already she wondered if something would happen.

The walls of his house were paneled with dark wood. On them hung very ordinary photographs, which he’d taken, of leaves and birds and the lake in the light. He showed her these photographs, and then he put his hand on Rosaline’s hip, very briefly, directing her down a hallway, in which more photographs had been hung, and desire almost overcame her.

She had no experience with anything like this. She had almost no compunction either, strangely, though she’d assumed she would.

She was shocked it was happening, once it was. She noticed things she hadn’t noticed in years. That her entire body became sensitive just before orgasm, that she could feel everything all at once, that the stray hairs on her face drove her almost insane. It was after she came that she began to be filled with disgust, as if this were a part of the physical process as well, a deep disgust she could feel throughout her entire body.