Her older sisters all left their homes when they were 14. It was custom because there was no kind of future living on the island. Fishing could not su...port more than those people, which already lived on the Island. Some weeks, then her father did not catch anything, they had to live of the few things, and they could grow on the Island. When she was 14, her parents called her and told her that one of her uncles had a job for her. It was not quite a real uncle, but a former angler, which had. Mrs. Taylor and Tom were also by often. Mrs. Taylor doted over me a good amount, making sure I was comfortable and all that. I ended up breaking down on my holding out that I didn't want anything, and got her to pick me up a book. Throughout all the good in those visits, there was bad too. I was still plagued by insomnia and nightmares. I was always tired, and when I was alone I felt this odd anxiety. I was afraid, but of something I couldn't quite put my finger on.Then finally the day I'd been. They said that they were visiting from Colorado. They came down twice a year. The conversation changed to our dinners out. We mentioned that last night we had eaten at the restaurant a few doors down. Our four naked friends said they loved that place. The talkative older lady asked with a big smile, “Did you stop in the Spice Factory?” My half-hard cock surged to its full length, making a big tent in my swimsuit. Jill said, “That place is pretty exciting.” “Margaret and I love to check out. He has to sleep when he's in town, so..." Right to the good stuff," Claire giggled."You see this as sort of a reclamation, don't you?" Julie asked."Not really, but a sexual confidence builder, for sure." How would we approach him?"Carole paused before speaking. "I know him, and we've always been pretty friendly. To tell the truth, I've always kind of had the hots for him." No! You can't keep him for yourself!" Claire cried dramatically."I don't intend to. Once I get him in bed, I'll let him.