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Welcome to Fire Island, a 32 -mile strip of sand between Long Island's Great

South Bay and the Atlantic Ocean.

A paradise of sea, sun, and swimming pools where weary New Yorkers get away

it all.

My name is Paul Hazard, and what you're about to see is the story of my brief

summer vacation.

I'm 28, live alone, and teach classes in theater arts in the Big Apple's

American Academy.

Usually I spend summer in town.

But this summer, I wanted out of New York.

You know the old saying about what a curse it is to get what you want?

Well, career considerations aside, I came to New York for sex.

That's exactly what I got.

All the sex I wanted and more. In fact, too much.

I got picked up on the way to work, on the way home from work, and at work.

It happened at the supermarket, the laundry, jury duty.

It got so crazy, in fact, that I stopped enjoying it.

I resolved to stop seeing so much of frivolous party people like that blonde

Gordon Wiley.

Then to make matters worse, there was Dennis, another blonde.

You see, I have this rule never to have sex with men who take my class.

I mean, after all, you can't fail someone you just fucked with.

But Dennis was on my case.

Wherever I happened to be at school, there he was.

I wanted him, of course. And that got me even more worried.

I'm the kind of man who needs stability.

Organization.

I'd plan to get a cabin in the woods.

Then that clown, Ed Mousik. This real estate agent I know.

He made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

A house in the pines for the entire month of June, and very reasonable.

So how could I say no?

I didn't.

Even though I knew I was asking for it.

As I walked over the hill that fateful day, I should have known I was in the

wrong place.

Anybody home?

Here's something to launch your summer. Enjoy the champagne, the house.

Drop by when you're in the groove.

I must have fallen asleep.

Dennis, what the hell are you doing here?

I come to speed up the inevitable.

You broke into my fucking house.

Paul, we're not in class anymore, so you can cut the bullshit.

Oh, I can't.

I wish you would.

We've been staring holes in each other for months.

There's no way we're not going to get it on eventually, though.

Why not right now?

How did you find me?

The dean's secretary.

Caught me a few quails.

For your information, I came out here to be by myself.

With no distraction.

So you came to the pines.

That's good.

Are you staying out here?

With you.

Ah, yeah.

Wasn't the B -plus good enough for you?

No.

I'm here to make it an A.

Amen.

I will.

You can take my glasses off.

Oh yeah.

Uh -huh.

Gotcha.

Hello.

Hello?

Paul, hey, buddy, it's Gordon.

You all moved in yet?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I just got here. Where are you calling from?

take you up on your invitation.

What invitation?

Remember about three weeks ago, that party at Jack Sykes' house?

Yeah. Everybody got real stoned, and we slipped upstairs and made it in a hot

tub. Of course I remember.

Well, you must have enjoyed yourself, because you certainly extended me a warm

invitation.

I did?

I didn't get your phone number off the bulletin board at the Ramrod, did I?

Well, I don't think I was that stoned.

One thing, buddy, I missed the Pines Ferry.

There's one leaving for Cherry Grove in about 10 minutes, though.

If you'd meet me at the dock in the Grove in about 45 minutes, I'll let you

me a drink at the Monster.

Okay? See you then. Gordon, wait!

I've seen this fucked, isn't it?

No.

Not fucked, just put off.

Hey, look, I'll go meet Gordon at the grove. I'll hustle him back here in a

water taxi, show him where he's supposedly going to sleep.

I'll point him in the direction of the nearest bush, and that's the last we'll

see of Gordon, if I know Gordon. All right?

Who is he?

You know the baths where the string quartet plays on Sunday afternoons?

Well, Gordon owns it.

Shouldn't a guy like that have his own place out here?

He does.

But he rents it every summer.

Paul, do you have to leave right away?

Yeah, it's a 40 -minute walk to the Grove Dock.

Want to come with me?

No. Oh, come on.

I'll stay here and straighten things up.

See what I can ruffle up for dinner.

Wasn't it just like Gordon to take advantage of my good nature? The pushy

a bitch.

Gordon Wiley is the one who'll drink your liquor, smoke your grass, fuck your

boyfriend, kiss you on the cheek, say he had a lovely time, and split without

batting an eyelash.

But why was I cooperating?

That's what I couldn't figure out.

No.

oh oh

You wouldn't be headed for the pines, would you?

Yeah, I want to live.

Sure do.

Just give me a minute to make a call.

I've got to leave right away.

Waiting for somebody?

I was.

No, he won't show up. They never do in this place.

Come on.

Somewhere in my addled brain, I sensed the futility of waiting for Gordon.

What I didn't know was, this was just the beginning of a real fool's errand.

Boy, what I want to know is how I could leave in the middle of what promised to

be a memorable fucker Dennis, who in spite of myself I really like, to wait

someone I'm in no big hurry to see, who didn't even show up.

What was I doing here?

All right, Gordon, you son of a bitch, that's it.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Oh.

what to say, Gildo.

No, Gildo. It's Hildo. Hildo, whatever.

My houseboy should have been back an hour ago.

Entonces, ¿dónde está? Where is he?

Well, I can usually count on him to be reliable, but... Come on, Gildo. It's

Hildo. Hildo. See it from my side.

Now, why?

Why would I take you up to an empty house to have sex when you very clearly

me that you wouldn't put out shit unless there was someone to watch?

Well... Look at the trouble I've gone to.

Can't you extend yourself just a little?

Cinco minutos nomás. Five minutes, Dad.

Great. What am I supposed to do?

Yo no sé, vamos.

I don't know.

It's your time.

Stop the clock, Gildo. We've got a live one.

I was marching straight ahead when Ed Mouse appeared.

I knew I should have kept right on going.

But Ed did get me the house.

And I didn't want to offend him, after all.

Besides, he seemed to be in quite a state.

I'd love to, but I can't. I'm on my way home. I gotta go to the fucking pine,

through the wood, before it gets dark.

One drink.

I mean, you already gave me a bottle of champagne.

How much more of your liquor can I go through one day?

Well, thanks. You go ahead.

Do you like your new house?

Well, for the 20 minutes I've been there, yeah.

And you found me the perfect house.

You found me the perfect house.

Thanks.

I give the finest real estate on the island.

A little fun type music.

What do you mean to say you're actually going to leave without trying some of my

new hash?

Who

is

this? This is Ildar.

My Colombian class.

It's time for another joke.

Yeah.

Ha ha ha!

Paul? What?

You must be Gordon, right?

Right. Is Paul around?

Isn't he with you?

No. Have you got a match?

Yeah. I waited for him, but he didn't show up. So I took a ride. A scenic

By the way, who are you?

Dennis. One of Paul's students.

So Paul's famous rule finally got broken. I told him years ago to prize

students. They don't listen.

You don't suppose something happened to him?

To who?

To Paul.

Now what could happen to a big gorgeous hunk like Paul between Cherry Grove and

the Pines?

Anything.

Okay, I'm gonna come.

Yeah.

Ed tried to convince me to stay over, but I was determined to get back to

no matter what.

So Ed and the two munchkins poured me out of the house and pointed me towards

the woods.

I was never so wasted.

If there was ever a time to panic, that was it.

Then I saw the light.

And what a light.

I staggered through the dark until I finally connected with a fatal rock.

Wrecked physically now, as well as mentally. My ankle was at least twisted,

not broken.

Oof. Oh, man.

Who's that?

Oh,

listen,

can you help me? What's wrong? What's the matter? Oh, I think I hurt my ankle.

know I hurt my ankle.

What were you doing walking through the woods anyway? Man, does it matter?

Here.

All right, here. Come with me.

Oh. Let me help you up. All right, all right.

Maybe I ought to take my shoe off.

Just sit down over here.

All right.

Thanks. I really appreciate this.

That's okay.

What are you doing here?

Trying to get home.

Oh, that's better.

How does that feel?

I guess it's not so bad.

You're lucky you didn't break it.

Yeah, I guess I am.

How lucky I found you.

Looks like we're both lucky.

You're a terrific cook, Dennis.

You know, after giving it some thought, I've come to the conclusion that you,

Gordon, are an inconsiderate fuck.

Let me tell you, I'm not supposed to be here Paul -ing.

I'm eating the dinner you knocked yourself out making to impress him.

And you know it's only a matter of time before the two of us will be fucking.

Not the way you imagined it, is it?

No.

But I'm wondering where Paul's head is.

Satsang with Mooji

Oh, yes.

It's open.

Oh, listen.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh,

yes.

Peace.

Oh, yeah.

That must be Paul.

No, it's not. Paul wouldn't know. It's John.

John? Hi.

John, this is Dennis.

How are you?

Didn't I tell you? I'm going out on John's boat this morning.

No.

I don't think you did.

I just want to get your things.

Is this an invitation?

Yeah.

Dennis, it's been great.

Thank Paul for his hospitality.

I left Kevin's tent.

But by the time I arrived back at the house, I was so messed up I didn't even

see Dennis on the beach.

I felt and looked like shit.

And I hadn't even been on the island 24 hours.

If Gordon had shown up and made it with Dennis, I didn't know, and I didn't

care.

As I began to put myself back together, I thought, this is the fate of a man in

trouble.

Paul, I'm glad you're back.

Oh, ouch.

What happened to you?

Sit down, Dennis. I got something to tell you.

About this?

About me.

You know, in the last 24 hours, I've gone from one crazy situation to the

The whole while protesting, right? Why does this happen to me? I know why it

happens to me.

Dennis, I look for it.

I mean, who in his right mind would come to Fire Island to get away from men?

Well, I'm glad you're starting to figure yourself out.

Oh.

Dennis, I need something I can't find here.

I want to go back to New York.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

No, it makes sense.

But, I want you to stay.

I mean, I have the house for a month.

Excuse me.

I think I need a quiet, isolated place.

Maybe somewhere out in New England.

Watch out for Provincetown. I will.

Well, enjoy the hunt.

Take care of yourself.

And I'll see you... in the fall semester.

And that's it, folks.

The story of how I spent my summer vacation.

I may never go back to Fire Island, but don't let my story deter you from

visiting paradise.

After all, your name isn't Paul Hazard.

And they don't call me Hazard for nothing.