V--2nd, Rachel's rocks

[alice wellintown]

The scene is set in a quarry. I recall my first trip to a quarry in NH
where we vacationed every summer; I was a not quite as innocent as I
looked nymphet and the boy I was with was at least sixteen, with his
oversized Keds and his Indian poncho he didn't look the virgin but he
knew less than I did.  He never spilled a drop of beer and he could
fix things, but his dextrous fingers got all knotted up when I put
mine down the front of his jeans.  He got shy and then dove into the
green pool of the quarry and splashed about and started lecturing me
in echoes about the geological fingerprints on the walls of his
private bath. I walked over to his GTO and spilled a beer on his seat,
twisted the rearview mirror then hiched a ride home with some old man
who lectured me on the dangers of hitching on a country road. Where
the hell was Clarence King when I needed him?

> And we might remember that curious moment in V where Rachel gets
> existential about the rocks...............................