Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 09:18:48 -0800 (PST) From: Giovanni Major Mastrogiacomo Subject: A Fish Story This is sort of a prequel to `A Night at Grandma's.' My Uncle Bill and I have always been close. My dad died when I was so young I don't have any memories of him but my mom's brother has always been there for me; not as a dad, per say, but more like a big brother. We're actually not all that far apart in age, about ten years. As a little kid, those ten years made a huge difference but now, those ten years are almost meaningless. From the moment that my sexuality started developing, thoughts centered on my Uncle Bill. I knew what gay meant and I was more certain of my being gay than I was of the sky being blue. My mom and my grandma were nice women, but they were the only women on the planet as far as I could tell. My eyes only see males; women never enter my mind -- ever. Weekends at Grandma's cabin with Uncle Bill are the best, most vivid memories of my life. My grandparents bought several heavily wooded acres on a tiny, secluded lake in northern Minnesota. The property on one side was adjacent to a swampy, wildlife area while on the other side of the lakefront acreage an elderly couple from Rochester had a clunky old trailer house on their four-acre parcel of forest. The old couple rarely came to their lake place when I was a kid, they were too old I guess. So, as just about everybody else was squeezed onto their seventy-five foot wide lots, I had a couple thousand feet of beach and forest to chase around in. I thought we owned half the lake and I got pretty testy when fishing boats or hunters came anywhere near my world. Since my grandpa died, my grandma rarely came went up to the cabin. My mom was always working so usually it was just my Uncle Bill and me. Occasionally there maybe a friend that he and/or I would invite along but mostly, we had the place to ourselves. The little log cabin itself, sat on the edge of a very steep hill or knoll, overlooking the water, while a haphazard stone staircase wondered down the hill, off to the side, leading to a boathouse and the little beach. Moss framed flagstones forming a half-circle patio reached from the cabin right out to the very edge of the hill that dropped off down to the lake, the hill was almost steep enough to call it a cliff. And it was an early morning that I sat, hanging my feet over the edge, listen for the Loons when I saw what would become my most cherished memory of all. Spread out on our little beach, in the spotlight of the morning sun, I watched my Uncle Bill's naked body roll onto its back and proceed to touch his penis is ways I never could have imagined at my young age. Mesmerized, I watched his hand in a blur of activity make his penis hard and then spray something out of its end, a bunch of thick, globby stuff. His upper body bounced as if he was doing stomach crunches as the junk kept squirting out of his hard penis. My own penis hardened as I watched him. I wanted to know what that was all about. Somehow, my young brain knew whatever that activity was; it absolutely had to be something I learned. Seeing Uncle Bill's arms and legs flop limply to the sand, I saw his stomach rise and fall as he caught his breath. Then one of his hands scrapped the globby liquid off his stomach and he ATE IT! I almost threw up! Wasn't that like pee or something? I had no idea why he would do that. It was like watching those people in cars on the highway that pick their nose and then stick it in their mouth; gross! But his naked body was up and moving toward the stairs as he wrapped his towel around his waist. I hightailed it back into the cabin and pretended to be just coming down from the loft bedroom as Uncle Bill entered. "Hey kiddo. Half the day is gone, thought you were going to sleep forever. Hungry?" "Yah, I am. Starved." I tried to sound casual as my disobedient eyes carefully examined his towel in the hope of seeing even the faintest outline of his penis. Uncle Bill didn't seem to notice and I was relieved when he washed his hands before making breakfast for us. As his lean body moved around the kitchen, I couldn't help but memorize his handsome physique. Standing less than six feet tall, especially wrapped in the little towel, his legs looked too long but were gorgeous even so. Runners legs, covered with thick, silky brown hair. The tops of his feet and even the knuckles of his toes sprouted tufts of hair. (To this day, I will instantly cum in my pants when I see hobbit feet on a guy.) Bill's towel accented the high curve of his ass while my uncle's upper half was well toned. Seeing the thick brownish-blond hair making its way up out of the towel, I remember when I first noticed Uncle Bill's groin hair making a thin line up to his belly button. It was my mission in life to watch the progression of hair as it went from a pencil line to a pyramid to a wrap-around and then to puddle in a thick tuft at the base of his back, then cascade down over those butt checks with their big `dents' as I called them. My uncle used to spend any number of nights at our house while my mom, a nurse, worked overnight shifts or weekend shifts, whatever the case may have been. So seeing Bill naked was no big deal. Well, at first it hadn't been a big deal. Then I started noticing how my stomach fluttered when I'd see him step out of the shower or how my penis would get hard as I watched him strip in the boathouse before putting on his swim trunks. It would become a sacred research project, keeping track of his body hair. In less than one year, his silk spread up past his belly button, plowing a pyramidal path up to his chest. It was like a weed on steroids. It not only crept over his tight stomach ripples but it continued getting thick and thicker. While the body hair spread upward, his whiskers spread downward, until eventually they met each other and left no line to define one from the other. And then eventually, as he went of to college, it got scary. His chest hair draped itself over his shoulders and slid down his back. At first, I was horrified; my beloved Uncle Bill was a werewolf! He was being suffocated by his own body hair! Like a magical switch that someone, somewhere flipped; Uncle Bill's affliction would eventually become my most arousing and secret obsession. Anyway, that morning, a few years earlier, making our breakfast, his back to me, I could see his muscles slipping around under his tan skin. His arms, from the back, a dead give away that he worked out a lot. Already his `V'-shaped torso was going from young teenager to young man. Uncle Bill stood sideways to me, at the sink while my eyes telescoped in on the bump in his towel. I could see the outline of his big mushroom head on the end of his impressive cock. Even when flaccid, the thick shaft had a sort of a curve toward the end, making it look as if he was always getting an erection. "Yo! G-man! Where are you? I've been talking like a fool and you're zoned out someplace. What ya thinking about?" Yah, like I was going to tell him I was thinking how nice his cock was? Or that I wanted to know what that white, globby stuff was that he made shoot out of his dick? "Skiing. I want to go skiing." "No sweat. Can we eat first?" He playfully cuffed the back of my head but the only thing that registered in my frazzled little brain was a smell. I couldn't identify it, but it made my dick hard. What kind of smell could do such a thing? I deliberately dropped my fork so I could look under the table at him. I wanted to look under his towel and see his fat dick as it nestled between his big balls. I was in luck, he had his foot up on a rung of his chair and not only could I see under his towel but I thought he had half an erection! I hit my head on the table trying to hurry back up before my hands could reach out to him. "What is with you today, bud? Are you drunk young man? Are you taking my drugs?" "You take drugs?" "Shut up! I'm kidding. It's just that you're so retarded today. What's going on?" "Well, can I... never mind." "Oh no you don't. I hate when people do that. Don't start to give me something and then pull it back. Out with it. What's the matter?" "It's nothing really. Just dumb kid stuff." "So? My dumb kid days aren't all that far behind me, ya know. Maybe I can help?" "It's too embarrassing." "SEX! PENIS! DICK! COCK! Or even worse, could it be? Dare I say it? Will my mouth be able? MASTURBATION! WHACKING WILLY! BEATING OFF!" Uncle Bill kept yelling out all those words, making me even more shy. "SHUT UP!" "Well?" "Yes." "Big deal. What do you want to know? Do you know anything at all?" "No." I mumbled as I hung my head in shame. "Hey, hey, buddy, no biggie. We all have to learn it somewhere, somehow. I'd rather you get real information from me instead of what the dope Trevor or Travis or whatever his name is would tell you." "Taylor." "Oh that's right. Terrible Taylor. I don't trust that little shit. So out with it. What's on your mind?" "I don't know." "OK, I remember when I was to shy to say the words too. I'll help ya out, k? Your penis gets hard; you don't know what to do with it. Am I close?" "Yah." "Fine. Hey G-man, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Every man on Earth does it. Well, the sane ones, anyway. Never trust a man that won't beat off. Your dick gets hard, you grab onto it in whatever way feels good and yank up and down until it feels like your going to pee or explode or something and all your little sperms come shooting out as your brain is sent into blissful oblivion. Have you tried it? Or do you even know what I'm talking about?" "I saw it. Once." "OK. What, one of your friends or something? Ya know, when dudes get to be about your age or a little older some of them will get together and stand around watching each other beat off. It's called a circle jerk. Everybody spews their wad and you go out for pizza. Or in your case, come home and do your homework. Whatever. Making any sense? So you saw some neighbor kid and it got you curious?" "Sort of." "Sort of? There's no sort of when it comes to coming. You do or you don't. And the don't part can be a bitch. Every day your body gets more and more hungry for a good masturbation session. Your whole personality will change, you'll do some pretty freaky things just to get off, let me tell you. So who was it? Not that Tigger or Trailer kid was it?" "I told you, Taylor." "Him? You saw him? That's just sad. What a putz." "It was you." "It was you, what?" "I saw you." "Me? I never jacked off in front of you! Your mom would have me arrested for child abuse! Uh ah, not me, kiddo. I don't what you saw but it wasn't that." "You ate it." "I wha-? OH! You little shit! You were spying on me!" "Was not! I was up here on the patio and I saw you down on the beach doing something and then all that stuff shot out on your chest, and stomach and I saw you! You ate it!" "OK, OK, I'm busted. You weren't supposed to see that. I'm sorry. Have I permanently dented your brain-box?" "No. But my pe..." I couldn't say the word. "Penis, dick, cock, schlong, pecker." "-Got hard watching you. My stomach felt weird. I wanted to do it too." "Listen. You little dudes get erections just like grown men. All the blood in your brain drops out and fills up your cock. It will demand attention. Eventually you'll train the damn thing to behave. For the most part. But G-man, buddy, it's natural and it's NOT naughty. You're not exactly supposed to spread out on a public beach and ejaculate all over the place, but I ... THOUGHT ... I was alone. Your mother is going to kill me." "You're not telling on me, are you?" Panic made my voice crack. "Me? Tell on you? I thought you were going to tell on me! I don't want her to know about this anymore than you do!" "Oh, there's no way I'm telling her anything about this!" "OK, blood pressure. Blood pressure. Take a deep breath." Uncle Bill closed his eyes, slowly inhaling as I watched his nipples ride his square chest muscles. "Would you teach me?" He coughed. "What? Teach? I thought I just did. Hard, grab, pull, Heaven. It's called masturbation and ejaculation." "Can we have a circle?" "Whoa! Ho! OK, wow. Ah, air. I need air." Bill looked sort of like he was going to faint or throw up as he got up from his chair and quickly moved outside to the patio. I watched him though the window, pacing back and forth in his bare feet and towel. His body glistened with a fine coat of sweat. He stuffed his hands into the tangle of curls on his head, turning to face me. The big tufts or hair in his armpits hypnotized me. Watching me for a moment as I tried to rip my eyes of his nakedness, he suddenly seemed to find some answer that was written on the front of the cabin. "Gio, come on out here." Bill motioned me to join him on the patio. I slowly walked out, feeling very much like I felt before getting one of my mom's lectures. Uncle Bill sat on the top of the picnic table and my eyes locked onto his now, almost eye-level groin. As afraid as I was regarding what I thought was going to happen, I couldn't help but stare into the area under his towel where his testicles hung behind his penis. My own penis got hard. "OK kid, here's the deal. I'll teach you about sex, but this is between you and me, nobody, and I do mean nobody else. You tell your mom, that trailer kid or anybody else and I'll hunt you down like an old dog. Clear? I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My very own idol was going to teach me how to do what I saw him do. I concentrated all the more on his exposed groin as he shoved his hands through his curls again. He seemed to notice then I had been watching his groin not his eyes. "Yo, Mr. Voyeur, up here, hey. Yah, the eyes not the dick. Am I going to have to worry about you? Are you going to be able to handle all this?" "Yes." I couldn't think of anything else to say as my eyes bounced up and down between his groin and his face. "Yah, OK. Well, maybe with good behavior they'll let me out in three to five. Here goes everything. OK, come on. We're at least going to be in the privacy of the cabin. Are you-? You've got a stiffy don't you?" "No!" "Right. That's just a gun in your pocket. I can't believe I'm going to do this. I hope I never do anything dumber than this. Come on little man, lets go learn you how to deal with that other little man." I followed Uncle Bill into the cabin where he went to his bedroom. We both stood at the side of the bed for what seemed like forever but I didn't mind, I could see Bill's towel moving as his penis hardened. "Not quite sure how to go about this. Well, get nekked, kid. You're sure you want this to happen? I'm not wrecking you for the rest of time am I? I don't want to be the reason you sit through five years of therapy." I didn't hear a word he said. I was ripping off my clothes as fast as my hands would move. In no time I stood naked before my Uncle with my "stiffy" as he called it, reaching out to him. He motioned for me to get on the bed so I did, lying down and in spite of the hot summer temperature I was shivering. "Now you, right?" "Now me what?" "Get nekked." "What am I, your whore? Jesus, kid, you haven't even had your first orgasm and you're already taking control. You scare me. I don't think I really need to be naked for this." Uncle Bill sat down on the bed and rested his hand on my thigh as he examined my erection. He looked at it for so long I thought something must be wrong with it. "Is something wrong with it?" "Huh? No. No, kid, you're fine. In fact, you're a bit too fine. I remember seeing your dad naked a few times. You've obviously inherited his dick, congratulations. You'll understand all that eventually. But no, you have a nice pecker. God, I can't believe I'm saying that." Silence rang in my ears as we both looked nervous and shivered. Even Uncle Bill was trembling now. He sucked in a huge deep breath and grabed my erection. His hand felt so big and warm, I wanted him to hold me forever. "Oh, shit. I mean, damn, DARN! Don't use those words unless it's life or death, OK? Well, you see this dark line around here? That's where the doctors cut off some skin. They call that circumcising the penis. Most guys in our family have been circumcised, it's not strictly necessary but it's something people have been doing since before God was born. "I don't remember that." "That's why they usually do it right after you're born, you don't really have any working nerve endings there yet and so you wouldn't even feel it. Often times babies don't even cry during the circumcision." "Are you?" "Yep. So was Grandpa and your dad. OK, these are your balls. Nuts, testicles, gonads, or testis, or whatever. Most people get embarrassed using the proper term, which is testicles, so they call them anything else. These hang in this sack cause they need to be cooler than the rest of your body in order to produce sperm. Sperm are like little tadpoles that shoot out the end of your dick and swim up inside a woman in order to meet up with one of her eggs and once those two get together, well, then you got a baby in the making." "Have you done that?" "No. Close, but not yet. I'll get back to you on that. OK, God, I'm going to pass out. Well, there's a kabillion ways to get those little spermy tadpoles out of there. You can go muff diving, or you-" "What's that?" "What? OH! Muffs. Ah, yah, that's in the next chapter. Let's just get through this first, OK? If I survive this and am not in jail holding onto my cellmate's dick, I'll free up a day for that lecture." "You would do this to someone else?" "NO! Oh, God. No, I... never mind. OK, busting nuts. Ah, lots of ways to do it. You just have to play around, so to speak, until you find a way or ways that you like to bring on that `ol orgasm. Most guys I think, just grab and go. See? You just go up and down like this and you can vary the speed, imagine someone else doing it for you, those are sexual fantasies. You'll have quite a collection of those, I can tell." "How do you make that stuff, like you had?" "Yah. Yah, ah ... well, at your age I'm not sure your body will be able to do that. It won't be long though, you're already getting hair. As little dudes change into teenagers, their bodies' change all over the place. Everything grows at a different rate. You'll have stupid looking big feets and then wake up one morning and your legs will have caught up with them but you still have scrawny little arms or your head is to little or something." "I'm not going to like that. It sounds like it hurts and I'll look stupid." "No way out, kiddo. People just grow up. It's not that bad. You're already doing it. Remember those shorts you wore last year and now you can't even zip them shut? Well, you're growing. And now, you're at that age where everything is going to take off in every direction. You're voice already cracks and you little studlet you, you're already getting pubic hair and leg hair. Face it, bud, you're destined to be a major babe." He tickled me then, making me laugh and I felt much more relaxed. I loved that he left his hand on my thigh, or my stomach, continuously touching me as he spoke. And I was fascinated by the fact that I could see Uncle Bill's erection sticking up under his towel. As he spoke, I almost cried out when I saw his balls moving around in their hairy bag. "See? It's not that big a deal. All guys do it. And why we have to be so secretive about it is beyond me. I have no clue. You'd think something that all men do, often several times a day, couldn't possibly be considered a secret, but guys just don't talk about it usually." "Can you do it more than once?" "Ho! Son, I hold the record. I can hold my own with any porn stud you can find." I laughed saying; "I know you can hold your own, I saw you. But show me how to make that stuff." "So much for easing into manhood. Here, take this; I shouldn't be touching it anyway. Ok, yep, just like that. You find a comfortable grip and start pulling." I liked him watching me. Without saying anything, I snaked my arm under his towel, grabbing his erection, causing him to jump. He pulled my hand away, standing up, but the towel fell off and I got my first good look at his erection in full bloom. "Oh, my god. I'm going to Hell. I swear to you Giovanni, if you EVER say anything to anyone about all this, you are dead meat. I will never have anything to do with you again. This is SO against the law." "Why?" I knew he was serious since he used my formal name. "Well, because! It's-, it's, it's NAUGHTY! I could go to prison for this. And I have to start back to college in fall. Prison would be really, REALLY out of the way." As he spoke, his trembling hands fumbled, trying to rewrap the towel around his waist. Then he sat down again, but his erection poked out, gathering the towel between it and his abdomen. I laughed again and grabbed it. This time Uncle Bill covered his face with his hands and shook his head. His erection felt huge in my hand. It was hot and clear liquid was oozing out of it, slipping down the shaft. I spread it around his erection, just under the tip and he reacted as if I'd burned him. "YAH! OK! Thanks for that! I have a hair trigger, kid. You can't do that to me, it'll make a big mess, trust me. I thought we were showing you how to get off, not working on me." What is that stuff?" I said as I smelled it and then licked it off my finger. It was nice, I liked it. "Oh my God. I hope I'm not having a heart attack. Fuck. Shit! Damn it, you didn't hear that. OK, OK, settle down William. Breathe. Breathe. Ah, what the fuck." Uncle Bill ripped his towel off and threw it across the room. He stretched his naked, hairy body out next to mine, on his side and rested his head on his hand and then pulled carefully, slowly on his erection, setting it down lovingly ON MY ABDOMEN! I wanted to scream. His beautiful erection was almost touching my own little one as his drooled out a big puddle of the clear, delicious liquid. "I have no clue what its scientific name is. Everybody calls it lube or pre-cum, or something. When a man is sexually aroused his body produces this slimy stuff so that it can be used like we use grease on your bike tires, remember? We put that black shit all over the gears so they would shift better?" "So this is like grease?" I asked, rubbing my finger in it and across the big head of his cock as it rested on me. "Yep. When a guy is going to put it inside a woman this helps him slip it in." "That's gross." "Says you. You'll be begging for it next year at this time, believe me. You're such a horny little bastard now that I'm going have to keep you on a leash. You're a schoolgirl's mom's worst fear." "Why?" "You're an erection with a body attached to it. Don't worry. So am I. The sex drive in our family got stuck in high gear generations ago. I'm always horny too." "So you can make more of that stuff? I still want to do it to." "Well, gopher it, guy. It's certainly ready! Just grab and yank." I did as I was told but the instant I felt Uncle Bill move, I grabbed his erection too. "No. I want to you do it too. But let me see. Make that stuff and just squirt it out on me. I want to see it." "Holy Christ, kid. I'm definitely going to Hell. Well, it's in your hand, you do it!" He scooted up tight against my side as I began to move the skin on his thick erection. He adjusted my hand, moaned, and encouraged me. My arm was getting tired though so I told him he had to do it. "Just hurry up, you almost got me, kid. Fast. Just as fast as you can. Yep, just ... like ... ah ... that!" I felt his erection enlarge even more then a massively thick string shot right across me, onto the floor. I felt his erection throb as he covered my hand with his and kept pumping more of the thick milky stuff out of it. My belly button was full and there was a little lake formed on the depression of my stomach while drips and drops splattered all over me. "Oh, Giovanni. That felt good. But man, I'm scared to death. This should NOT have happened." Nobody used my given name unless they were deadly serious. As Uncle Bill talked, he dropped his head onto me so that his tangled curls covered my face. I could smell his hair and now I understood what the smell was from earlier; white stuff. It had a distinct smell. For the rest of my life I would be able to pick up that scent better than the drug dogs at airports could find their own assigned scents. We lay there for a few minutes, Uncle Bill's head nestled in my neck as his sticky body pressed tightly to me. I wouldn't move a muscle for the rest of my life if it meant I could feel him like that. But he moved. I thought he was going to pull away but he brought his big hand up to my throbbing erection and covered my hand with his. I pulled my hand away and Uncle Bill began to move his fingers on my erection in a way that made my stomach flip. Slowly at first, he began to rub me as I had him. My entire body moved into my erection. I was aware of nothing but the amazing sensations he produced. Then he suddenly moved his hand much faster. I opened my mouth, trying to catch my breath but my mouth was instantly filled with his tongue! It swept around my mouth and wrapped around my own tongue. He kissed my neck and licked his white stuff off of me, then I could feel it dribble down my erection as his mouth covered it. Uncle Bill's mouth on my erection was something I could never have imagined. His tongue worked his white stuff all over me as he moved his head up and down causing me to feel almost like I was going to pee. I started to fear I was going to pee in his mouth but the sensation came on so fast and was so slightly different that before I could really register what it felt like, my body was involuntarily snapping in half as my stomach clenched, causing me to sit up. I cried out as I felt unbearably pleasurable tickles. I had to grab Uncle Bill's head and pull him off my erection. I couldn't stand anymore touching, it was way to sensitive. I was sweaty and panting. What a mind-altering sensation. My world had changed. Never again would I be the little G-man. "Ok, kid. Now you know what it's like. You even spewed some juice. Neat, huh?" "Wow." My limp body had flopped down onto the bed, dead. "Yep. Wow. That about covers it. You'll pardon me. I seem to require a bit more." Uncle bill pushed an arm under me, rolling me on my side, against him as he furiously worked his big erection. It was wonderful to see. His hand blurred and soon more of the white stuff popped up out of him, then many, many pulls on his erection produced a constant overflow of the stuff, as if he could continue forever. "Well, my dear. We have taken our relationship to a whole new level. I hope to Heaven I haven't ruined you." I could think of nothing to say. That wet mushroom head was so close! I shot forward and swallowed his slimy dick. It instantly became my favorite taste-treat. He didn't even try to stop me. I licked him all over; I even sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It seemed huge; I could only get one in at a time. Uncle Bill spread his legs, allowing me to do anything I wanted. I loved the taste of his body and the smells produced in different places. The slight sweaty smell between his legs, behind his balls set me on fire. My exploration went on for hours it seemed. I had to try it again. I lay down tight against his naked body and imitated his blurry hand motions and to my endless joy, I once again was overwhelmed with the rapture although nothing squirted out of me. I didn't care- I wanted that feeling! Uncle Bill licked my body again, even my butt so I did his butt when it was my turn. But he positioned me in a way that let my erection be squeezed between his legs so I instinctively pulled and pushed for several minutes, reveling in the sensations. But then Uncle Bill spit in his hand and rubbed my erection telling me to try and push it inside of his butt. At first, I didn't like the idea but when he rubbed his spit on my erection I was a goner. I'd shove it into anything he told me to at that point. And I did. It was the best thing I ever felt. He told me to slide in and out, which almost made my brain explode. I kept doing it though and almost immediately felt that glorious rapture sweep through my body. Uncle Bill sat on my erection while I sat on the edge of the bed and he covered my hand with his as we masturbated him, producing still more of the milky stuff, though considerably less than the first couple of times. Eventually I was exhausted. My sweaty body was sticky and stinky and so was my Uncle Bill. He took me into the shower and washed me. He soaped my butt and slipped a finger in me. At first it hurt but then it felt good and my knees nearly buckled when he touched something inside of me. It was like a shortcut to an orgasm. He said it was my panic button. I was so proud of myself when I found his. He let me touch it until he sort of had an orgasm but it was mostly dry, just a little of the white stuff came out. It was all used up he said. Both of our bodies needed some time to make more he explained. I slept in Uncle Bill's bed that night. We were both naked. My erection was still there when I woke up. I still didn't have any more of the white stuff in the morning but Uncle Bill sure did! A full load it seemed like! We didn't eat breakfast until almost 1:00 in the afternoon! We didn't bring home many fish after our week at the cabin but who cared?! Controlling myself back home was almost impossible. I was masturbating every free minute I had and constantly pestering my mom to let me go back up to the cabin or let Uncle Bill move in with us. When I thought I could get away with it I touched Uncle Bill so that he would get erections and sometimes he would even get wet spots on his pants where the pre-cum was leaking. Oh what a wondrous introduction to sex and how the male body worked! Sadly, Uncle Bill didn't move in with us and all to soon, moved away to college. But we talked on the phone and almost every night I used beat off remembering our week at the cabin.