He was an imposing man but he radiated kindness and robust good humor. Jake liked him before he ever said a word.“Good to meet you, Jake. You have a...fine son and beautiful women, you are a lucky man,” Kaneakua said.“Thank you, Sir. I marvel every day at my blessings.”“Call me Uncle Kane,” he said, handing Jake the baby. “I have to go but I’m sure we will meet again. I am here every day.”Kane clapped Jake on the back, gave the women a slight bow, and strode out the door.“Nice man,” Jake. Marsha split with Jeff fairly abruptly afterwards, and by the following spring he was engaged and soon married to a nice gal that worked at the horse riding stable on the nudist colony near the beach. She moved the rest of her things back into our house to stay and announced that she was ‘done with romance for a while’, and later gently rebuffed my one vague attempt for us to go out on a date of our own together. We already had one ‘office romance’ as Dennis looked up from his monitor one day. Being 13 is a tough age, I agreed, sticking a finger into her ribs, meant to elicit a laugh. “I’m not ticklish,” she announced, prompting me to try poking a gain. A squeeze on the knee. Nothing. “I’m not ticklish.” “Not even this?” I asked, holding her arm and tracing my fingertip lightly from palm to elbow. Nothing. “How about this?” I inquire, taking her foot and running my finger along the length of her sole, which only made her wiggle her toes, “or this,” while I try the tracing thing. It was strange. He didn’t say faggot in a disrespectful way. He said it smoothly as if that was my name.I obliged. I got flat on my back and stared at the ceiling. “ What you nervous for, faggot? “ Russell asked me again in a smooth concerned voice approaching the bed.“ I- I’m ju- “ I attempted to tell him I was nervous but I was cut off by his the sound of his zipper being unzipped. After a couple seconds of hearing clothes being taken off I saw his face staring over me. He was grinning as if.