I didn't particularly care for Diet Coke, but it was what we had.Sue had a big thermos, filled it up from the coffee pot, and then started another pot.... She went out to the patio to join our friends who were gathering. I put the cooler and the thermos in the pickup, then came back to join the group.When they heard what the deal was, they understood why we were early and ready to get going. I gave out some extra keys we had, giving one to each household, telling them to enjoy the coffee as we. I dropped my pants and boxers.“Back toward me, boy.”The beam of a flashlight pierced the air and jumped around until I saw it no more, indicating it was illuminating my ass.“Now, answer some questions.”The hermit carried me through a list of questions, the same kind Andy had asked that first day when I met her. The questions were to confirm my correct identity. I answered all of them.“Mary, you answer a question,” the hermit said. “Is this Dave Wilson, Bert’s son?”“Yes, Hermit,” she. And so completely wonderful. We join together gently, with the tenderness of true lovers. Moving together to create a symphony of ecstasy." Which is precisely what I went on to do. To prove it to my shy, quiet girl. Who was so ready to prove me right.The girls next door were knocking on my front door, persistently. I opened the door, and there the two sexpots stood, sort of smirking. And there they stood, just sort of standing there. Like a pair of pandering statues. Maggie simply said, "Same. ”“What? You’re like sixteen!”“Fifteen, actually, and just at the end of April.”“I don’t believe it.”“Well, it’s true. You heard it from Pete, not me.”She just shook her head, “I have to be going. Thanks for keeping my secret. I owe you one.”“You don’t, really. Forget about it.”She got up and said, “Thanks,” and walked around the deck to the driveway and to her car.I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that she had seen me. She must have been really nervous about it to come to my house.