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“Jim, you’d better get up. You know dad wants you to take the ketch down to Baytown today.” Nan gave her brother a hard shake. He groaned, half rolled over. The sheet was pulled halfway down and she could almost see the rather tight condition of his underwear. She felt the thrill of wonder. Boys were really something close. They had that.. . thing hanging from them all the time. Sometimes it was soft and small. Other times…
“What time is it, Nan?” Jim was a lanky, curly headed boy. He had brown eyes to match his hair and a soft manner. But underneath that softness he was very strong. He’d been away from the family for three years on a mining exploration job in Alaska. He’d lived much of the time in the wilderness away from civilization. And he was only twenty-five.
Nan was glad he was back to spend the summer with the family. She’d always had a special place in her heart for Jim. They were the two oldest; Nan was twenty. Then the twins, Jolene and Jessie-the ones Nan worried most about. They were both blonde, nineteen and identical in every respect, even down to their naughtiness. Last was Holly. Nan didn’t know whether to worry about eighteen-year-old Holly or just give up altogether.
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