My parents died on the ship, coming over, four years ago. My father was his partner, in the business." She produced a small handkerchief from somewher... and blew her nose.She had a fine body for one so young; long legged, narrow waisted, full chested, and a deal of long, light-colored hair that she wore pulled back and flowing to her waist. "What's your name?" I asked after I introduced myself as a Marylander."Charity," she said quietly. "I'm called Charity." Have you met this man, this. I had never seen anyone stand up to my father before."So you're the young buck who thinks he is going to nail my daughter?" Dad said, as his anger rose.“Frankly Mr. Davis, I have already nailed your daughter, and so have most of the people in this room." Josh!" I yelled, as Dad's anger came to a boil."Christy, Honey, I'm sorry, but he had to be told," Josh said, as he lit a cigarette."What's he saying Girl?" Daddy asked, as the fear began to gnaw at my guts."I'll tell you what my son is trying. All of this I notice, but barely feel as my vision swims and my senses blur.I close my eyes and seem to pass out. When my eyes decide to crack open, I look up to see his charming, smiling face. I feel his furry thighs against my own, and feel his scrotum gently resting against my rump.“See, my child? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He asks of me, either in concern or in mockery, though I couldn’t tell which.“H-h-how do you fit?” I stutter, “That monstrous thing couldn’t possibly fit in. This inspired the other three boys to start tickling Justin as well, swirling fingers in his naval, armpits, and around his nipples. Once they really started furiously tickling him, he was screaming with laughter, and all the boys were clearly enjoying it.They all stopped suddenly, and the boys at Justin’s feet slowly stripped off his socks, revealing pale flesh, perfect arches and perfect toes. While they did this, the boys at his chest cut and ripped off his undershirt, displaying his average.