" I'm not going to beat around the bush. I want you to know that I love youand I want you in my life." I love you too and we need to talk about a form...al relationship soon," sheresponded."Are you going to ask me to marry you? You're daughter wants a daddy andI'm more than ready to take on that role. So when are you going to askme?" I laughed, thinking about Belinda's request."When I do," she responded, "it will be a surprise."I wondered what sort of surprise she had in mind.That evening we dined. My legs were bright red with white blotches and the rash had spread up my thighs disappearing under my boxers. Without blushing, Ms Haynes instructed me to remove those and turning her back on me left the room. I was grateful for the privacy and slipping out of my boxers grabbed a towel to put over my crotch. About five minutes later Ms Haynes came back in the room with a jar of lotion. “I am sure this is going to make the rash go away and you will feel a lot better,” she said as she came. Sally and I changed into our string bikinis in our bedrooms. When we came out of the cabin, we got a little shock. These girls were only about 10 years older than Sally and me, or about 1/2 a generation. Yet, about 1/2 of them were as tall as we were, and they were all really hot looking. While their bikini bottoms were a little more modest than Sally's or mine and covered their untrimmed, unshaved and un-waxed pubic hair, their tops left nothing to the imagination. A few of them put my 36C. We’ve known one another nearly our whole lives and never sat like this, but somehow it feels as old and comfortable as time itself. His arm wasn’t so strong then though, I remembered–not so well-muscled and manly as it was now. I used to look upon that arm as one to love and protect–not one to look to for love and protection. Yet now…I looked up into his face, into those ever-changing hazel eyes, and I saw that the boy I loved had become a man. The soft edges had hardened, the jawline had.