My uncle Bill never got along well with my father for some reason. It would be many years before I was to find out why that was. My Uncle had spoiled ...e at an early age, as he always would give me gifts. He also would buy me expensive gifts for my birthdays and during the holiday.My birthday fell a few days after school had left out for the summer. My uncle told me he would give me my sweet 16-birthday present when we went fishing that first, Saturday after school was finished.When Saturday. So, mostly naked, I stood before the mirror.The girl I saw was at least three years older than me. She had a nicefigure, healthy and well proportioned. Her hair was graceful andattractively styled without being overdone. Her face was shapely andsweet, her eyes luminous.It was still light out, but I put on one of the summer nighties, thechampagne one. Once again I noticed how the gauzy fabric draped over myhips and chest, and revealed clear hints of my nipples. I thought ofSaturday night, and. Her silver-haired husband stepped on the porch of the grand, Indian red brick, columned house with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. He asked her if she wanted any bacon. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll be there in a moment.”The judge opened the refrigerator and fetched the pork. He spread it on a pan then stuck it in the oven.“How’d you sleep,” Jeanne inquired coming in the kitchen.“Not too bad. How about you?”“Pretty good. When’s the last time you talked to Holly?”“It’s been a few days,” he referred. She came back in and looked around for more shots.“You’re really good with that thing,” he said. “And I really mean it when I say thank you for taking the pictures of my sisters.”“That really was fun,” she said. “Your sisters are gorgeous.”“I know,” he said. “It’s hard on a brother, when his sisters are that good looking.”“Awwww, poor baby,” she cooed. “Does Bobby have a stiffy?”“Yes,” he said dryly. “But not because of them. Bobby has a stiffy because of that outfit.”“This old thing?” she.