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her
throat. She walked back to the intersection and saw, unbelievably
enough, her backpack lying in the dust. She started toward it then
stopped, suddenly wary. She could tell that was not where she had
left it.
    The
sun sparked off her water bottle and thirst bit into her, her mouth
was precipitously dry. She licked her lips and took a cautious step
forward, then a second one.
    Higgins
appeared, his hair stuck up on his head and his glasses pushed low on
his nose.
    “ There
you are!” he shouted. “Where have you been?”
    Relief
filled her. If someone had told her that she would be glad to see the
insufferable man she would have said they were a liar but she was.
She took a few more steps and then a few more. She picked up her bag
and walked out of the maze, trying not to look behind her.

    ***
    She
lay in her narrow bunk, trying to figure out what had happened to her
on the island? Had she simply become sun struck? Had it all been a
dream? Had she seen an imaginary shape in the foliage and panicked?
She wasn’t sure.
    Her
mind kept returning to the bulging muscles and stiff prick she had
seen. No way did I imagine that, she thought. She closed her eyes and
tried to recall it: the thick vein coursing down the side, the
stretched shiny helmet and the long hard length of the shaft.
    Her
eyes yanked open as wetness flooded her panties. She rolled over on
her stomach, trying to ignore the aching in her pelvis. That ache was
not unfamiliar, she was twenty one and because she had sworn not to
have sex with anyone she had learned how to masturbate, that most
certainly proved effective most nights but she doubted it would help
right then, there was a feeling of actual emptiness inside her that
she yearned to fill, she just wasn’t sure how she could.
    She
gave up and rolled back over on her belly, staring at the ceiling.
The waves rocked the small boat and she fell asleep, still thinking
about the feel of those muscles beneath her fingertips. She could not
have imagined that.
    The
next morning she looked carefully at the bruises on her upper arms.
They were small and faint but there. Fear and something else,
something primitive and desperate surfaced and warred with each
other. She wondered if she should plead illness and stay on the boat
or if she should just ask to be taken back to the mainland. She
couldn’t go back on the island, that thing had been real and
the bruises on her arms proved it.
    Or
did they? She had been running and bumping into things, she
rationalized. Perhaps it had all just been a fevered dream. Maybe she
had fallen asleep reading and, when she woke up she had been confused
and gone staggering through the maze.
    Her
brow furrowed. It had been a maze, she was sure of it. If she could prove that, there was
an actual maze on the eerie little island she would certainly have
earned her way there and Higgins could stew all he liked he would not
be able to say anything untoward about her. A large weight she had
not known was there rolled off of her shoulders. Higgins was holding
her grade over her head and had been since the trip started, what a
perfect way to get him off of her back!
    She
dressed, putting aside the whole incident yesterday, dismissing it.
She went up on the deck and stood still, her eyes going to the island
and its greenery. The place seemed more verdant, she was sure it was
and she strained her eyes toward the trees, positive that the limbs
were thicker and the fruit was growing heavier.
    They
went ashore and she headed for the hedges without a word. Higgins
gave her back a glare that was not missed by the other members of the
party. Maya simply walked into the hedges, found her way to the
entrance point and began to roll out the tape she had brought along.
She taped a piece of the shrubbery with every corner she took. If it
ended in a dead end she went back, removed the tape and went in the
other direction. Eventually she made her way deeper into the heart of
the maze.
    Time
passed but since