..this did'nt mean that Merv was "lacking' in any way...he was just ...well...Merv! That’s how he rolled. At first most of the young adventurers out...his way were local boys looking for a big wave and a bit of a challenge. Waves were kinda high out in these parts and word eventually got around. Being Merv, he was indeed taken aback at the deluge of folks that started to flood the area and off course the female contingent that followed and Merv knew that life would never be the same. Boys always. "Wait until you see this," he said. I had an idea what was on the tape, because I had been watching my father's porn since middle school. In the corner of the room, on top of the dresser was a 19" TV and VCR. Marc inserted the film and pressed the play button; instantly, the screen came alive with a closeup of a blonde chick bobbing up and down on some guy's knob. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the scene unfold; it was standard 80's fare—boom-chukka-boom-boom beat in the background, a. I arrived at the airport and could not wait to see my family. When I came out of the tunnel there she was, my 18 year old sister. More beautiful then I even remembered. She was wearing a skintight white sweater that stopped right above her bellybutton. For pants, she was wearing a black pair of those spandex like material pants that you always see girls at nightclubs wear. Even though it was winter she was still tanned and toned. She was gorgeous, and was hysterically happy to see me. She began. With our security now in place life settled down; and with the quiet Lana remembered all of our possessions that had been stored with the moving company. One day the moving truck appeared and a few days later the goodwill truck was there. Between those days a whirlwind moved through the house as pieces of furniture were moved or exchanged. Some of our stuff ended up at Goodwill, as Hap and Rachel's stuff was deemed superior. Cletus and Connie had moved out of the bunkhouse when the security.