Last night I watched the movie “Summer of 42” for probably the tenth time. It is an autobiographical story about the author in his early teens in the summer of 1942 vacationing on Nantucket Island with two of his friends. I highly recommend The movie, to anyone who might be interested in a sweet coming-of-age story with a surprising ending. Since I am old enough to remember the Second World War it might have more meaning to me than others. Also, since I have been obsessed with sex since I experienced my first erection and have undergone so many fantasies with young women such as Dorothy (a young twenty-something who is so purely attractive) I have often put myself in the position the Hermie, the main character of “Summer of 42.”The movie was rated R because of the bedroom scene which by today’s standards was incredibly mild, just showing Dorothy and Hermie lying side by side on the bed under the covers after suggested sex, staring blankly at the ceiling. Years later the rating was changed to PG.
This is my detailed version of what went on at Dorothy's cottage that night.