She was impressed. She just grabbed my little thingy, shook it forever, sighed and said, “Wish I could do that”.I pulled my pants up and walked of... leaving her to flush and clean up with the selfish comment of, “Well you need to practice, Cathy!”.She became a real “tomboy”. She was determined to do everything my friends and I did and always joined in the fun. Somehow they accepted her. Taking her big brother’s recent advice seriously she decided to participate in my friends peeing contest. I looked into her eyes and willed the woman, the demoness to give herself to me and for just a moment, a brief eternal second, Christine lifted her chin and turned, her mouth falling open as she waited...But the moment passed and she recovered quickly with a soft giggle, a terribly beautiful sound that only dying men should hear."Oh! But we are dangerous, Sister!" Christine told me, taking my hand in hers. "Are you ready?" Yes," I nodded.The ceremony was held in the church proper, for no other. “You give me shit ... I figure you know what you’re doing so I take it.“Who is this and how did he get on board?”“Guilty,” said Junior. “I was out at the trampoline sunning ... you know how I sun. There was this yellow air mattress with him on it and I knew he was too far out. Maybe we’d better call the coast guard and the park rangers office.”“Park won’t be looking ... I walked from the cottage.”Well ... The rangers weren’t looking ... but the Coast Guard helicopter flew over.The radio speaker. We’d been at it for about 20 minutes, when my brain reminded me of something ... of Mom coming up here in just a T.“Hey,” I said, “put your shirt and panties back on and follow me. Quietly.” I bent down, picked up my T and panties and donned them. “Remember, that 3rd step from the bottom squeaks.”“What are we doing?”“Just follow me.”We tiptoed down the steps, avoiding the squeaky one; through the living room; and into the kitchen. At the entrance to the hall off which my parents’ room is, I.