Although securely locked, a window offered glimpses of the rustic accommodations. He’d imagined himself within, enjoying the lascivious company of two college girls he’d often seen out paddling. It would be years before any activities of that nature actually occurred.
At the lake, Curt’s interest in the neighbors’ boathouse peaked at about age fourteen. He’d explored a wide overhang about twelve feet up, accessible from the stairs to a tiny apartment above the boat crib. This quiet spot facilitated adolescent musings of every sort (when the place was unoccupied) and one summer, at least, the secretive consumption of unauthorized cigarettes.
Although securely locked, a window offered glimpses of the rustic accommodations. He’d imagined himself within, enjoying the lascivious company of two college girls he’d often seen out paddling. It would be years before any activities of that nature actually occurred. Comments are closed.
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