We had a picnic lunch and played in the water and sand. Maria, Ami, and I built a sand castle with the kids and when it was finished the kids stomped it down. I kicked sand on Ami’s legs and she returned fire then I grabbed her hand and we ran into the water to wash off the sand. It was fun to play for a change. Was my resolution slipping? I didn’t think my plan had changed but I knew that I couldn’t be that physically close to a girl and not have feelings of arousal and desire.
Maria told me she would work in the lab so I could get some time away. One day Ami and I hiked in the hills behind the seminary. We came across a brick tunnel that ran under a hillside, a relic from the colonial days that ended when their slaves revolted and kicked out their French masters. It was about ten feet in diameter and curved back into the hill. I walked a little way in but couldn’t see much. Ami stayed outside so, not wanting to look afraid, I kept walking. After about a dozen steps I saw the other end farther down the hill. I called back to tell Ami which must have aroused a wasp that bit me on the cheek. Ami showed her sympathy by kissing me on the cheek, then I kissed her and we kissed some more before we moved on.