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When her sandy fist hit my cheek, I knew we were going to have sex. She and I are camp counselors at an overnight summer camp, and we’re sparring on a sand volleyball court after the campers have gone to sleep.
It was her idea — she wanted to take out some aggression on someone, and I wanted to take off her clothes. I didn’t need much convincing before we were outside on the sand court and she was telling me the rules she came up with: punching and kicking were both fair game, no hitting noses or eyes, and yes, actually hit her.