The management was very friendly and gave me reduced rates due to my recent military service. The resort was back in the woods and had a nice swimming...pool, whirlpool, picnic area, hiking trails, etc. A number of people lived there year-round in cabins. Many others traveled by RV and camped for weeks at a time. I made several friends the first day I was there. I was in my mid 40’s but most of the folks I visited with were older gentlemen. Since I was “unaccompanied” by a wife/girlfriend, most. Such realism was commonly derided in the art world. They mocked Rockwell and Wyeth as illustrators, revered Pollock and de Kooning as innovators. Sean understood the slams against Rockwell. Too kitschy, idealized, cutesy. But Wyeth? Sean loved Wyeth, thought he expressed more in a perfectly executed portrait or landscape than Pollock ever did with a shitload of drips. Where was the technical skill in dripping paint, for Chrissakes? No, Sean was convinced, the real artists combined technical. The seventeen year-old had seemed to take a liking to the rebellious types of guys, even though it wasn't certain as to whether she was trying to replace Paul or forget him, and Lendon Chapel was no exception.-----Lendon was a tall and lanky boy, being 6'4" he was the tallest guy Amy had ever dated. He was a year older than Amy but a year behind due to poor grades. His hair was chin-length and straightened, and had been dyed a deep shade of blue. There were two rings pierced through his lower. Act 2. The Passion and Desire.its a warm night its almost 11pm its dark and the stars are out, we walk between the street lamps from light to shadow along the harbour my hand still caressing your ass feeling the movement of the cheeks beneath the fabric of the skirt knowing that your panties are already off and in my pocket.I can wait no longer and grab you, spin you around to face me, we are alone in a pool of light cast from the street lamp above and shadow all around not knowing if anyone is.