"Filoyarine! This is Lofe, who has come to talk to you about why you are here, and what your options are. You are no longer stranded, but you cannot g... home. Lofe will come and talk with you, and answer all your questions."The locals started talking among themselves, as Lofe walked up the beach and headed to the nearest individuals. He greeted them warmly and they responded in kind. He asked who was in charge, and said that a community meeting would be best to arrange, so that he could talk to. Glorying in a week of freedom from parental control, and obviously enjoying this chance to be with his only brother who, as Jim remembered him, seemed to be an adult even before Jim entered kindergarten.Hal was in his early thirties, a bit over six feet, reddish brown hair, no glasses, and his sideburns stopping right where they did during his pre-shaving days. Right now, he was quite pleased with himself, for that sizeable age gap had not prevented instant rapport with the brother he had seen. Sometimes I catch it just right and writhe in agony. Sometimes I smack them really hard and develop a slow, debilitating ache that steals my breath away. Sometimes I can't move for dozens of minutes.I saw an article about a guy who paddles his balls with a flapper wheel. He built it himself and put the plans online. I never had the necessary ambition to download the instructions and build it. I'm too lazy for that. Or too stoned. A good reason to spank me.Robert is a medical technician (a male. Who wants to deal with more teachers, more homework, and all that other bullshit?" I asked. "Good point, I suppose. I guess college really isn't for everyone. I went for a little while, but I got Tiffany's mom knocked up, and had to drop out. I guess I just never went back," he confessed. More nice small talk entered the airwaves, and it beat girl shit that Tiffany and the rest of them bitched about. A few things about both of us came to light, and it became clear we had chemistry too. "Tiffany.