I had no interest in the hiking trails. My sister and her boyfriend disappeared for hours on the trails. I imagined them finding a quiet spot and rutt...ng in the wilderness. I imagined my sister's sexual noises scaring off all the wildlife. Dad and Mom hiked the easier trails. I refused to even do that. In hindsight, I was a pain in the ass to my parents the first couple of days.In the afternoon while everyone was gone I walked the campground's big circular road. I saw who left. I saw who. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was... well... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's cervix so that. Sydney Lomac studied the print out closely, something was definitely askew and he new it. Syd was an expert in reading E.E.G.'s and determining if the patient had a physical or mental problem. He had never seen a graph like this before and it bothered him.At first he thought it might be a normal variant: (There are several waves or patterns of waves, which are unusual in appearance, yet are not significant for abnormality or disease. These waves can be misinterpreted. Amongst the more common. He couldn't believe his luck. Our family was now, not really rich, but stinking rich. My father spent some of our wealth to buy up all the land around our house for 500 kilometers and laid claim to all the mineral and metal rights. Everyone was now watching the skies for more of the precious lights. If everything happened as it had the last two times, we would have more lumps on our property soon.Oh well, the best laid plans don't always pan out. Nothing else fell from the sky that year. My.