One morning I was sitting on a rock at the side of the lake watching Terry get out of the water after his morning swim. His floppy wet bathing suit clung to his genitals, which were clearly outlined and looked enormous to me. "Whadda ya lookin' at?" he asked me, smiling out of the corner of his mouth revealing white straight teeth. "You got hair on your chest already" I said, as I pointed to the beginnings of a substantial hair pattern that ran from his navel to his neck. "Oh, I thought you wuz lookin' at somethin' else there for a minute" he said with a grin, looking at my eyes until I finally had to look out toward Bass Island, or be trapped in the accusing intensity of his stare and what it meant. He came up behind me, still wet from his swim and held me in a bear hug saying "you just wait a few years and I'll have somethin' else to show ya besides the hair on my chest." I could feel him press his crotch against me and as I struggled to free myself from his grasp I pushed my rear up against it, backing into him hard. "Watch out you little devil, you'll break my nuts" he said, as he jumped back, finally letting go of me. I ran, with him chasing me up the hill.

Seven years passed and I didn't see Terry once during that time. Instead of vacationing on Lake Ontario, we rented a cottage on Cayuga Lake, a finger lake, closer to our home in Syracuse, and closer to the nursing home where my grandmother, on my father's side, was kept. Grandma finally passed away and the Fowler clan decided to have a get together at their cottage and invited us. Bruce and Rick were working in Watertown and only came out to the cottage on weekends. Terry just graduated from State College at Potsdam, where he studied math and was planning to go on to engineering school in Albany on a sports scholarship. He was the star soccer player at Potsdam and my uncle would send us clippings from the local paper in Potsdam. I had been running track in high school. Now, at the end of my junior year, I'd won a sectional competition in the mile but was only 14th in the state finals. My coach kept telling me I would make a terrific cross country runner, or even marathoner, but I was too lazy. I thought about trying to work into longer distances during the summer and switch to cross country in my senior year......(cont)