Rachel got her distracted by talking about the art museum and mum gave her their member cards. Dad was being relatively silent and observant. We enjoy...d ourselves, left before 2200, but I reconfirmed my Tuesday morning with dad.The next morning saw us at the museum. There was no queue at all for the MoMA show from New York, so we went through that first. Interestingly, Rachel was entranced by the Monet and the Braques and Picassos. I preferred the Pop Art (Warhol and Lichtenstein) and an OpArt. John’s home was small but well decorated, and I could tell he had money. He reached for a bottle from a shelf and showed it to me. I was surprised he even had it. It was a Barolo that I’d only seen in magazines. “That's beautiful,” I said, “but don’t waste it on me.”“It’s not a waste. I’d like to enjoy it with somebody who appreciates wine,” he said and popped it open. He poured into perfect glasses and it was amazing. “Tell me about yourself,” I said as we sipped.John had moved from New. Despite having just turned sixteen, girls were still a pretty much a mystery to me. Now, my good looks and polite manner made me popular with my female classmates and I hung around with a number of them, and was even rewarded with a few brief kisses when parting company, but that's as far as it went. I spent many a night jacking off to the mental images of me touching them as we kissed.My teenage cock was now rock hard and I decided that I better leave lest Valerie see. I didn't move fast. Scrambled is fine with me. How long have you been up?"Bob cracked a few eggs into a bowl and scrambled them up with a fork as he answered, "I've been up for about 2 hours now. I guess I'm used to the fact that the sun doesn't come up as early here because of the mountains." After he finished the eggs, he split them into two plates and added bacon and toast to both. Grabbing a plate, some silverware and his coffee he headed for the deck and said, "Let's eat outside while those two.