It defused things, but only somewhat.Another time, last spring, a couple of the Dregs, Bill Swayzack and Hank “the Hammer” Hotaling, decided that ...ne of the sophomores needed to ‘ride the wild surf.’ They were drunk, and this kid came through, Matt Lincoln, who was kind of small and quiet and had been known to have a toke or two with the Heads. The Main House bathroom had two toilets sitting next to each other without any kind of a barrier between them. To ride the wild surf, two guys grabbed. Mark, Chet, Ron, and Jason were the men besides Ed and Bud.Surprising everyone, most of all Bud, Meghan went to whisper something to Gloria, Karin, and Jess, then walked to the edge of the pool and let out a piercing whistle. She had brought a small wastebasket and set it beside her."I hope I can say what I want to say without crying. I apologize in advance if I don't make it. Aunt Gloria, I hope you see my moving out for good the way I do. It means the most courageous, loving thing I will ever. With a sigh, she kissed me on the cheek and went out the back door to kiss Emma goodbye.I puttered in the kitchen, trying to get my thoughts in order. When I felt like I was calm again, I went out to the yard to check on Emma and Luke. He was pushing her on the swing. Her infectious, happy laugh brought a smile to my face. I settled in the hammock, watching them play. Luke's smile was open and tender as he watched Emma swing through the air. It was easy to see that he was already falling in. As the sand compressed against her body it forced her lady junk to the sides, like jelly, testing the strength of her bikini straps that pulled the fabric even tighter to her body. The sand beneath her, occasionally absorbed the rare moment a droplet of sweat ran its course over her hot sizzling skin. The bead of sweat tracked and raced down her inner thigh, down and around her bum, just missing her other cheek, now a part of the De Bakke Beach in South Africa on a hot sticky day. Vickie almost.