Senior year was winding down and my girlfriend of several months, Alice, and her best friend, Clara, had 18th birthdays close to each other. My buddy Chris was dating Clara, and, after Clara turned 18, he suggested we take his boat out to celebrate. Rich kid advantages. Chris and I had (and still have) earlier birthdays the the girls, and that played to our advantage, since guys mature a bit more slowly than women.
After school Chris and I went to the gym, as usual: I’d gotten into body building and the sexual opportunities that come with it, but he also wimped out on his workout, as usual, because he is no Arnold and not even a Robert Frank. But I sweated it out under the bar, grunting in the squat cage, kissing my biceps after the tricep extension.