"Tell mom I'll be down the hill. Okay? I hear the guys getting ready for a war." We always had our snow wars down the hill on Elm Street."Sure," Jack ...aid, reaching for my shovel. "Don't kill anybody."Twenty minutes later we were having a tremendous snowball fight. There were eight or nine of us from the neighborhood between the ages of 8 and 11. The action was fast, furious, and mostly inaccurate. Making snowballs and throwing them as fast as we could, there were few direct hits unless one. "That's it," I'd exclaimed to Dena. "Yesss! My ticket out. Family visit to your sane and wonderful folks." Dena had dismissed my fantasy with a smirk.And so, after an hour and a half crammed in a small car with my immediate family, I found myself stepping out onto a sorry gravel slot. While the cabin was nestled among a grove of trees, a dozen others were similarly situated within spitting distance, all of them occupied. The place was a rustic as light chocolate colored vinyl siding got. I knew. If anyone checked his trash barrel, at his age, his reputation would only be enhanced by them finding the empty package.I called Denise at five thirty, and we talked on the phone until my father told me to get off the phone and get washed up for dinner. We hadn't talked about much of what we had spoken of in our earlier conversation. I did tell her that I had solved the rubber problem we had talked about. I told her that I'd come over to see her the next morning at nine. She said she was really. His morning,my girl was really sweet.She was turned at our bedroom mirror and windows,asleep.The sun was coming through the trees outside. It was dark.Her hair was fluffy and messy on her pillow.She was hugging her pillow.Her arm underneath.Her soft little ass was touching me.Her leg was strait and the other fell off the bed.I move to her and put my arm around.I smelled her hair.Her morning breath is a little bitter but smelled like grass and milk,like always