"Did you get the message I left you about our Wednesday rehearsal being at my place, instead of here?" I asked."Yes, I did, Michael! Something tells m..., that you have something remarkable planned for that evening!" Yes, actually, he does ... but I've been sworn to secrecy, Phyllis," Karol said. "Oh, bring a suit for hot tubbing!" I'm not sure you two want to see me in a swimsuit?" she replied."Don't be a party pooper, Phyllis! George will be there, and he's gonna bring a suit!" Karol responded. She said she had no idea why I would dream such a thing, but she suspected the nuns had scared the hell out of me.Martha Jane and I discussed our dreams frequently during those waning summer days under the tree. She often dreamed of her father coming to her in the night, but he was reduced to the size of a boy, a very small boy almost as small as an infant. His head was bloodied and disfigured (he had died in combat on Okinawa from head wounds). He would plead for help, but when she rose to go. Holy shit! I knew this guy! I not only knew him, but he was one of my best friends from high school. "Phil, phil is that you", I managed to croak... "Yeah, its me, Phil said, "Who else would it be. What the hell's wrong with you" It was Phil, but not as he should be now; 39 years old, receding hair line, paunch belly. No, this was the same old Phil from high school, 16 years old at most, skinny as a rail and just as I remembered him.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, somehow trying to will. .What started with boyish playfulness, slowly became my enjoyment..Though we never could actually find a place to completely tame our lust, we still managed to sneak around whenever wherever possible ..Initially we used to just do body sex. Then one day we happened to spend around 30 mins alone in their home as everyone had gone outside..We kissed and played like true lovers..Completely naked..Snogging and mouthing…caressing and kissing each others body..His heavy hairy body on top of me…Then.