I had spent too many summers swimming in Cayuga Lake, too many winters sledding with friends. I had my problems here and there, but mostly I had only ...ood memories. I just needed a change.When I was growing up, we vacationed in North Carolina, where my mom's parents lived. That was where I first surfed; yes, people can surf on the East Coast. They surprised me by moving to North Carolina after my dad retired. I liked North Carolina well enough, but Ithaca was home and I'd been my job for a few. "What took Wes two weeks to partially assemble, took two men two hours to tear apart. I backed my pickup into the hangar and we loaded everything into the bed without being careful of damaging the parts. We drove to the fiberglass shop and I asked Jeff where he wanted the parts.Jeff was standing at the rear of the pickup with his hands on his hips, "You know, Wes, I thought this might end up this way. When we were measuring parts, it didn't seem as if they would fit correctly. I'm sorry you. Sometimes I would crash on his couch too drunk to drive back to the dorms. He was a real Texan, blonde, tall and lithe. He always had the latest Hustler and other fuck mags he liked to pull it out to look through with me as we got high. We'd laugh and comment on the silly porn poses. Naturally, we would both become sexually aroused. I could see the huge bulge in Robert's jeans. Robert like to brag about how hung he was and what a lady's man he was. I often thought about saying, "oh, yeah, well,. ”Max put his arm around her, holding her close. After she snapped the picture, he asked, “You’re not going to post that. Are you?”“Not publicly, just for friends,” said Paige.“Aren’t you and Harold friends on Facebook?” Max asked. There was a hint of warning in his voice that gave Paige pause.“Harold knows where I am and who I’m with,” said Paige.Max didn’t say anything, but his silence spoke volumes. Paige sighed. “You don’t think I should rub his face in it.”“I wouldn’t want to see it if our.