It is Friday night, and I am spending a three-day weekend with my uncle at his place.He's in pretty good physical shape for a guy in his sixties, and ... could always feel the hardness in his arms and chest when I hugged him. He still skis, plays racquetball, and bicycles. I used to rollerblade and bicycle with him when I was aged six to f******n, but now that I am eighteen, it's mostly dinners and movies.uncle's pet name for me is tight-cheeks, which he often shortens to 'tunia'. I am eight. It was the most wonderful time of my life... Even though it was early month of July, I found out it was unoccupied, so I hired it til the middle of August, thus we would be staying here for almost a month and a half. John and Tim were so excited. We hadn't been outside our town for three years, at that occasion we had gone to see Michael's parents. However, not soon after that they moved from Houston to New York, the distance too long for us.We went there by bus, finally arriving at the. ”“Whatever. Look, I was just going through my rucksack and realised I need new clothes. Lots of new clothes. Fancy taking me shopping?”“Shopping?” she said, sounding brighter. What is it with women and retail therapy? “When do you want to go?”“I’m ready whenever you are. Oh, damn, wait. I agreed to take Lisa for lunch before she goes back to Cambridge.”“That’s okay. Go spend some time with Lisa.”“You sure?”“I’m not your keeper, Paul. You don’t need to ask my permission.” I could hear her. Oh yes, in a short, tight dress that will ride up the moment I reach up. I looked around.There were about eight in the post office queue, mainly women but a couple of men. A few mother and child pairs looking at sweets and chocolates, and around ten men mainly looking at newspapers and magazines, including four youths who were standing right near the part of the shelf I wanted.I was tempted to ask someone to reach it down for me, but that would have been too embarrassing in itself. There was.