The weekend at Lake Mariposa had been the biggest adventure that Rick had in his eighteen years on this earth. The rest of the summer was anticlimatic in a way. The simmering passion that Rick and Sasha had that weekend began to slowly but steadily decrease as the last weeks of summer came and went. They still had fun and enjoyed each other’s company as the days and weeks of summer passed. They often walked to the downtown library together, listened to Bob Dylan albums and passed quiet summer evening with Lloyd and Misty in their backyard. On Saturday nights they would often go to River Heights community club to dance and to listened to a local band. They would even go to Memorial Park one or two weekday evenings and hang out with some cool people. But things were changing and Rick knew it. They were no longer lovers. They had become friends. Sasha seemed to be enjoying talking to other guys at the Park far too much. She was starting to talk about returning to California in the fall and how she missed her mom. Rick could see the writing on the wall. His relationship with Sasha would end this summer. It was time that he started to make plans for himself for the fall.