She placed five eggs to the side and returned the egg tray to the refrigerator. She opened a couple cabinets and said, “Freidora.”I shook my head ...ot understanding.“Freidora,” she said again, pointing to the stove and holding the package of bacon.“Frying pan,” I said, pointing to the drawer below the oven.“Si, Freidora,” she said, opening the drawer and pulling out a cast iron frying pan.She cooked up a dozen slices of bacon and the eggs. When she poured the grease out of the frying pan and. It was triangular in shape and the one side had a nice view back at the house, barn, and fields. I kept a pair of binoculars up there along with everything a teenage boy would need including a sleeping bag and some adult magazines that I had ‘found.’At the time I was fifteen years old and my sister Kate had just turned thirteen years old. We were out of school for the summer and could get our chores done in an hour or so, so that the rest of the day was ours.Over the winter I had become pretty. We chatted for a few minutes. He had called from Sri Lanka to tell us he would be returning to the U.S. in July, and would visit as soon after his return as possible. He hoped to spend most of August with us.James was in his 50's but you would never know it. He was about 6'1' and slim and fit. He was my father's older brother — actually half brother. They had the same dad. His mother had died when he was in his teens. He seemed to be around most of my life and usually spent Christmas with us. ” I made two sandwiches, got some iced tea and we ate at the kitchen table. Don was wearing his swim trunks, a t-shirt and sandals. I had on my red and white striped bikini, covered up with an oversized t-shirt. The bikini had a halter top. The bottoms were essentially two triangles that tied in a knot on each of my hips. I knew this bikini accentuated my assets to their best advantage. We finished eating and went out to the pool area. Don kicked off his sandals, and pulled his t-shirt over.