I rolled over to check the clock. 2.00 AM. My heart began to pound.“Just this once,” I thought to myself as I prepared to go for another swim.I re...eated my steps from the previous evening and made a beeline for the water jet. Right on time, the pool pump ticked over and my heart began to race.I startled as I heard the door of my cousin's room slide open. I watched Emily creep out the room and make her way toward the pool in an oversized t-shirt.She stood over me at the edge of the pool. I. And tasty ... very tasty.Brewers Gold... 1919 Manitoba ... ooh yeah.Before Prohibition American beer was very like today’s Craft beer. Thicker thirst quenching beer.All those 170 hop smells can be found wafting up from the river ... Not all at once ... there’s enough variety to keep one coming back to Leon’s every week.And then ... Chocolate.Crossing the river is all that and more ... and the smell of polluted water in the middle.General Andrew Thaddeus Bonaventure Kosciuszko has a statue near. But I have no idea how I would explain that to the suits when it came time to justify the expense."Angie laughed at him as they switched bags."I did however get you the biggest cup of sweet tea they sold."He handed her a sixty-two ounce cup full of iced sweet tea.Angie brought it to her lips and took a sip. She smiled and sighed loudly."You are a lifesaver." I'm a candy? Thanks a lot," Peter said, feigning insult.He gave her a smile, which Angie saw, and a wink, which she couldn't see without. The previous two months had secretly brought great joy to him.With Emily coaching him every night on deportment, posture, hair andmakeup, all while wearing skirts and heels, he had pretended to beinterested only in winning the contest. Actually, he was afraid to lethis mother and sister know that he had wanted to embrace femininity foras long as he could remember. The last week he had gone back to hisboring sweatpants and tucking his long, full hair under a ball cap. He'dnever shown any.