It had been months since I had gone anywhere. Was I afraid? Perhaps. I had stayed far away from people, from the outside world, from everyone. The boat dropped us off. It was only five of us, and I only spoke to one of them—Dean. Dean was sexually introverted, regimented in his every belief, and unbending in his morals—Dean had no place on that boat and much less its final destination. The other people were a couple, a man and a woman. The couple seemed both the unlikeliest of pairings and also picture-perfect—I couldn’t explain it. The last, he was good looking, no doubt about that, but he too had no place on that island. Unlike Dean, he was sexually liberated, careless about political sensitivities, and amoral about the social constructs surrounding sexuality—I thought of him as Dean’s polar opposite.