Cal’s face turned sour. He wanted to ask what she had meant by that, but he also knew she would tell him in her own, sweet time. No amount of coaxin..., bribing, or begging could make her spill the beans. “Hey,” she said suddenly, bringing an end to the short but rather uncomfortable silence. “Do you remember Samantha Ruger?” “Sammy?” he asked. The question caught him completely off guard. “Yeah, I remember her. I haven’t seen her since high school. She married the guy who owned the flower. You know that I will not take my eyes off you throughout - you are the only person i want to see. I will not speak throughout the scene and you will know and interpret what I am feeling simply through the look in my eyes and the way I am holding, grasping or clutching your hand. I see you talking to people around us but I don't hear what you are saying. You stop talking and turn back to look at me. I can sense someone else between my legs and after what seems like an age I can feel the warmth. It needs laundering, for sure! A couple more steep, winding miles downhill and we’re there – Lake Travis, Hippie Hollow Park. We turn left into the entrance, pay the fee, and spend some time searching for a place to park. The parking lot, as it normally is on a midsummer midday Saturday, is overflowing.We’re lucky. We spy a car pulling out to leave, and seize the opportunity, diving into the spot as soon as it clears. No sooner has the engine shut off than I doff my romper, and Carl is. Technically he was the son of my step-dad so I had no biological relationship with him. But I still called him my half-brother. He is 4 years older and had never lived with us. We were not really close and actually he had a way to always pointing out my flaws like asking me I gained weight or why I wasn’t going out with friends. While all four was eating dinner my mom almost rhetorically asked me if I had any plans tonight even if she knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I shook my head and looked.