So back in high school a bunch of us, Dot, Marlow, Gwen and I, went down to Florida’s Gulf Coast for Christmas Break. We had this two-bedroom condo on the cape, Gwen and Marlow in one bedroom, me and Dot in the other. The place was pretty new and it was a two minute walk to the beach. This beach ran on into a state park, and after a mile or so it was essentially deserted.

Okay, so one of us, Gwen I think, got us the souvenir canes that looked like candy canes. I don’t know what happened to mine. Anyway, she also got us real candy canes. Big ones, but not nearly as big as the walking stick canes. Anyhow we were joking about these big candy canes one night, about how big they were, big enough to last until Easter Break, I said, and Dot says they’re not as big as a boy’s dick. So we all go, “Oh yeah, and how do you know that?” And Dot blushes.

The next day we go for a walk along the beach, way out to the tip, like about five miles, and we run up and down the sand dunes and we have pretend sword fights with the candy cane walking sticks. Marlow took some pictures and because we were the only ones there we stripped off our bathing suits and after some time in the Gulf we messed around on the sand, with Marlow taking more pictures, promising not to show them to anyone. I don’t think she did. Anyway that was so much fun.