"The quarters for the pay binoculars?" Pay binoculars? What pay binoculars?"The binoculars on the roof of the boathouse weren't daddy's doing. They we...e Graces. Not only was she tearing up the surface of Pentwater Lake ... she was making me pay to watch her do it!I am gonna kill me some sister!Instead, I took a little piece of allowance and went to Gustafson's Emporium ... and Purveyor of Fine Goods.Early in the century, Carl Gustafson decided Pentwater was the Coming Thing and built a Quality. Glade frequently accompanied Flint to these other villages together with the suitors and their families. Flint needed to be escorted on a stretcher carried by two strong men because his legs were so short that he couldn't otherwise expect to keep up with everyone. His presence was required if there was any likelihood of a wedding. It was customary for a shaman to preside over the matrimonial ceremony.Glade and Flint attracted much curious attention wherever they went. The villagers were. ‘Are you going to fuck her?’ The question rated just a smile.What his companions thought of the woman certainly wasn’t shown, she was accepted and by the end of the ritual was as involved in the discussions as the others and as they left the goodbyes were genuine. “Thank you Rick”, she said as she almost smothered him so close was she as they walked towards where his vehicle was parked as she had come by bus and had accepted his offer to drive her home. The closeness of the woman and her. "When in hell did you get the body of a model and start showing skin?" "The body I always had, but I didn't start showing skin 'til I was in my senior year, which reminds me. You weren't at my graduation!" I give him a humorous pointed glare. "Oh, sorry," he shrugged. "But when we were kids you always wore one-piece bathing suits, sweaters, jeans, long sleeves... Hell! Whenever I stayed the night you'd wear a sweater and sweat pants, not to mention socks!" It shocked me that he remembered all.