”We quickly got our gear together and headed out the door. Bobby was riding ahead of me on our way to the pond. All I could think was how far was I ...illing to go? How far was Bobby willing to let me go? Bobby had never let on that anything had happened between us. He acted around me the same way he always did before our little escapade a couple of days ago. My mind started to try and convince me that fooling around with my nephew was not so bad. It seemed that I could trust him to keep it to. I like shit, but I'm not really as hip to it as Bill and Sam. They're due back on Tuesday. I can't wait! Let's hope Bill's brings back some good LPs from Carnaby Street. I really like the Turtles. Real psychedelia. Perhaps he'll bring back some acid too. Then like that Byrds song, we'll be 'five miles high!'Monday, August 28No visitors today. Just me. And I was shivering a bit. But I promised myself not to put on a stitch of clothing till Sam and Bill came back. Not that there's anyone to check. “I’m so sorry; I can’t sleep like this.” I moved away from the mats and shielded my eyes from her beauty. “I want to fuck you too much to just lie there quietly and go to sleep.”“You think you’re the only who’s too horny?” She sat down on the newly made bed and looked up at me. “At this point, we just have to accept that sex is a real possibility.”“A possibility? Sex is more than a possibility. I backed up, not because I felt like sex was a possibility, but because I felt like throwing you down. ”“Yeah, right.” Lauren leaned over her husband-to-be’s filled arms and kissed him, then stepped back out of the way.“Nice going, Sherlock,” commented Susan as Peter came into the house. Melanie laughed as well.Peter returned to the truck with Frank and Jimmy in tow. “More helpers!”“Do we have to share the beer?” asked the driver with a laugh.“I’ll buy some more!” answered Frank. “It’s a bleeding hen party in there! We were lucky to escape with our lives!”Jimmy stared into the back of the van in.