..There was a shout and a splash, and both hunter and hunted fell into the stream..."CURSE YOU Green Willow!" the sopping wet boy stood glaring at his...best friend, who was still on the ground, between the stream and the bank, laughing..."You ... should have seen the look on your FACE Fox Tail!" he replied when he could speak again, He stood easily, the water and light playing off his muscles and deep tanned skin, and stretched..."Well the morning is early yet, shall we do a bit of hunting. He replied with a message telling me to turn around.when i did turn and look behind me,i noticed a tall, dark skinned man waving at me.i could feel myself becoming nervous with every step i took toward him.finally we were face to face,and damn he looked good!we properly introduced ourselves,and then gave each other a friendly hug.i took a deep breath in and enjoyed his sent as we hugged,and he must have done the same,because when we released each other,he told me i smell amazing.i returned the. I went to sleep stifling an endless scream. My brother was in the lower bunk. I fell once but don’t remember the circumstances. I dreamed of men. Famous ones. Ones my friends say would be good for me. I broke his things when he was gone. I’d slip into our closet and find seashells he collected, just one or two, not instantly noticeable and take them to the laundry room in the Big House, as the girls call it. I’d take one at a time on the blue counter-top. I remembered when we chose the house.. "That is so nice of you Robbie. I have to make rounds here, but pleasecome by the house about one tomorrow afternoon. The boys left somethingfor you and we can chat." She dropped my hands, grabbed my shoulders,pulled me close and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. I wiped at thespot hoping not to see lipstick and breathed a sigh of relief when theback of my hand came back into view clean.The boys, oh my, the boys. The two of them together had been one of thereasons for my drifting away from.