So super nephew started clearing up.aunt said leave it but its harder in the morning. (she was right ,she always is but thats for later)we started to ...lear things away when bridge over trouble water was on the stereo(thats how old we were)she suggested we dance.so i agreed .well that slow dance was everything.whether it was the drink ,night or me.i guess it was just the moment.the years of fantasy and wishing all came together at that time.we moved slowly together to the music.she looked at me. It couldn’t get any better I thought, but it did. A trout jumped, and grabbed a fly, and disappeared into the dark, leaving concentric rings spreading across the pond. It broke the ice, and we all laughed, even Connie. We boys looked knowingly and sheepishly at each other. Melina undid the button of her jeans. She peeled them down and off, bending and showing us her backside while she balanced precariously, pulling the jeans off her legs and feet. Then she stood again to show us the progress,. If Chuck could trade places with the dead boy, He would do so in an instant. Chuck’s mind wandered to a warm summer day. Chuck had been about twelve rungs up on the ladder, his son was working up near the eaves, when Chuck had passed out. He did not remember anything for two days. The doctor later told him that his heart had stopped for nearly four minutes. His son had done CPR until the Paramedics arrived and shocked him back to life. Had Jim not been there that day, Chuck would probably not. " I followed Frank into the house which was decorated smartly and followed him towards the back to a large master bedroom with a king-size bed. Frank flicked on the light switch which activated one of the bedside table lamps. Frank kicked off his shoes and socks and flopped himself in an easy chair they had sitting in one corner of the room facing the bed. "You can strip now, boy," he instructed. Calling me "boy" just reinforced his control over me. I removed my clothes down to my fitted boxers.