I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me. We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn’t ever consider. We have two beaches in our association—Sill’s Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl’ and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we’re related how come we’ve never seen each other at family gatherings? You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. He may have been twice my size, but I’d bet I had twice the IQ. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. You know that.”
“I don’t want you to wait that long. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy.
