And this was not my idea..." She paused for so long that I felt compelled to fill the gap, or I might never know what she had meant."What are you talk...ng about? What wasn't your idea?"Fresh tears started leaking from her emerald eyes, but she kept those eyes locked on mine. "M-m-my m-m-mother signed me up to be a camp counselor. I have to go away tomorrow." More sobbing followed this announcement, but I grabbed her shoulders before she could bury her face again."You have to go to camp? That's. " You were close to him. He often spoke about you. He thought of you as his son. He was so proud when you ran for sheriff and won. He almost burst with pride when the government made you a federal marshal. It wasn't just the office either. It was the way you managed your duties. For me, I will miss him. My writing to you in prison was a highpoint in his life and he so looked forward to my letters."I guess the real tribute is what he has done with his teachings of Samson. He challenged him to. “You are 19 years old boy, and a strapping 19 year old at that! Surely you could have any girl that you wanted right now. What is going on with you?” She asked.I had to play it off as best as I could. I knew exactly why I didn't have a girlfriend, or the most active social life for that matter. I was too obsessed with Trisha’s huge boobs. So I just shrugged and said, “I dunno. I guess when the right one comes along I will know.”She gave me a funny look and said, “it better not have anything to. "I answered politely, took the boy's big hand and headed for the dorm. He was tall, maybe six-feet-two and well built with a deep chest and broad shoulders. "How old are you?" I asked with a smile."Almost sixteen," he said. "I missed a year, illness, so I'm just a second year boy".I chuckled. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?" One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared.