”She dug her hand into his pants and went straight for his boyhood. With a little tug she got it out and moved his pants lower so that she could get...a better look. In the dark she couldn’t see much but the TV light aided a bit. “Get the hell off me!” he almost shouted but remembered to keep his voice down. “You’re fat! So incredibly fat.”“If anything I’m on the right side of chubby,” she said as she began to stroke. “The cute side, don’t you think?”“I have no idea what you’re talking about and. .. more or less.”That got my attention. I jumped out of bed to join her at the closet. It was as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard except for two identical– almost– cheerleader outfits. They looked like something out of the 1960s with short pleated skirts and a sweater top. One had a white skirt with a white top. Emblazoned across that top was the face and flag of the New England Patriots. The other had a dark blue top with a gold skirt. The giant horned LA Ram was on the sweater.“Well,” I said. She sat by me, and we started to talk about what she likes to do and her favorite music. I tried my hardest to concentrate, but I could not take my eyes off of her beautiful body. "Hey, I was wondering if you would like to come over for a night swim, if your parents do not mind" She said. "That will be no problem, I will just say that I am staying over a friends", I smirked heavily. "Good", she said and smiled at me back. Steven and I left to go home, as it was getting late and he needed to be. Since the seasick crack from Morris, I had to assume the charter boat business was what I would be looking into. Though I had no idea why the State cared about charter boats. I also had no idea why they had a boat.Port Charles had a population of just under 20,000 full time residents. The summer residents might swell that number but just a little. There were plenty of motel owners and charter boats crews who came just for the summer, I supposed. I dialed the cell phone number from memory."Jack.