Mary had said the boy had compared the women in his family to each other ... their breasts. Could she compare the men in her family? Could she compare...their penises and arrive at some conclusion? The thought brought her butterflies in her belly ... and a level of excitement that she found hard to believe. She could compare Bobby to her father. Her Grandfather was dead. The only other male relative she had was her mother's brother, Uncle Bob. He wasn't in the blood line. But Bobby was in his. “I’m suddenly craving hot dogs and bananas,” I whispered back in a deadpan.Bethany cracked up and pulled my arm. “Come on, I think you’re delirious from hunger.”We made our way back to our towels, slipped on our flip-flops, and gathered our things. The soft sand made the walking difficult, but we made it to the back patio of the beach house. A few of the pep Nazis were hanging out on lounge chairs catching the rays, but barely cracked an eye at us walking by.The kitchen had six large coolers. The other two female members of their little family wandered into the room smiling at the sight of the visiting girl’s humiliation. It was obvious that they both thought the girl was opportunistic and a total bitch with a snooty nose and a high-falutin’ attitude about the wild west and other females that were beneath her because she was a respectable woman and not a whore.Well, they knew from sharing a bathroom with her that her shit did stink and that she had all the tendencies of a prime. Yes. I am going to wear that. Was I prepared for this? I did not know. But my heart approved the request. I searched through my luggage and found a medium length skirt and wore it. I wore a loose shirt with 5 buttons on top. A black bra and netted black panty. I had to reach early. I reached by 4:15 sharp. When I entered I heard a low murmur among the men. They were staring at my legs. Though only portion below my knee was seen, the entire group looked very satisfied.But there was something.