Life
By Elizabeth Bishop
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September 6, 2002
Summer -- no school, no work, no worries. A time for romance, harmless love interests and fleeting fits of passion -- a perfect time for a fling.
It could be with your neighborhood pool lifeguard, a Brad Pitt look-alike whose impossible tan and washboard abs lured you to the baby-filled pool each day.
Or with the intern at the prestigious New York law firm, whose sultry eyes and meaningful smile kept you from concentrating on the future of your promising career.
Or it could be with the camp counselor, whose expert survival techniques wowed you and distracted you from the job at hand: watching only your campers.
These scenarios ring all too familiar to Kari Browning, who was a counselor at an all-girls camp this past summer.