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We'll be back in a few hours.”
    I glance over at Dylan. I expect a proud look, but his smile isn't proud at all.
    Oh no. I think to myself.
    No, no, no!
    Sexy Dylan, what did you do with goof ball Dylan from last year's vacation?
    The pizza lasts about ten seconds with the four of us consuming it. Once we've polished off the last piece my sister requests we watch a Disney film. I don't have any better ideas, so I agree. The two little ones loved it. I thought it was all right, too. Dylan fell asleep half way through it. When the parents return they give me and Dylan an ear full for letting the kids stay up so late.

5. Day Two
     
    It's mid afternoon and we're all around the pool. The two kids are in the pool with the moms, and the dads are sitting in the shade playing cards. I'm lying on a chaise lounge starting my strict sun-baking program that I've planned for this vacation. I want to be a chocolate diva when I get back to school, and that's going to require quite a bit of sun time.
    I've got on my bikini. I little red and white poke-dot number . . . and I look pretty darn hot in it, if I do say so myself. In the last twelve months I've grown a pair of melons on my chest that are quite delightful. Sometimes I lie in bed and hold them, amazed how firm they are. I don't think I even really need a bra, but I don't want to push my luck. Oh, and don't ask me what happened to my waist, but my figure is more like an hour glass than a paddle pop now. Curves? Oh yes. And my behind? Certainly no complaints there, either.
    I can tell you this. When you're sixteen and these new features appear, it's pretty hard to resist not showing them off.
    I hear Dylan plonk himself down on the lounge next to me. He's checking me out, I can sense it. “You need some cream on your back?” he asks. I don't answer him. I just hand him the cream. A few moments later I feel his hands massaging the cream into my back.
    “Can I undo the strap?” he asks. Seriously, I can't believe he asked that. But at the same time, I'm quite excited he did.
    “ Sure,” I say calmly, but inside I'm hysterical. He undoes my bikini strap and continues to rub the cream into my back. I lie there relishing the sensation of his hands on my naked back, and pray my dad isn't watching.
    “ Now, how about the back of your legs,” he asks.
    Now I look up, lean on one elbow and grab the cream with my other hand.
    “Don't push it, Romeo.”
    He doesn't have a quick reply. He's just staring at me and I suddenly realize why. My bikini is still undone. Between grabbing the cream and lying back down, I gave him another memory of my melons. Oh, that's just great!
    “You've grown quite a lot since last year,” he says. The smart ass. “In height, I mean. What are you now, 5' 8'"?”
    He's is so cheeky!
    I don't answer him.

6. Day Three
     
    This morning the parents and the kids are off to the local fun park. They tried to force Dylan and I join them, but it was more just for show. What are we going to do at a kid's fun park?
    After I insisted my parents stop thinking of me as a child, they gave up and left.
    I'm not a child anymore. I'm a woman. I know my dad is having problems with that fact lately, but that's how it is. You can't fight Mother Nature. I've evolved.
    Oh, by the way, I just caught Dylan checking out my evolution again .
    “ So, we have the place to ourselves all day,” he says.
    The fun park is an hour round trip, so everyone will be gone for at least 4 or 5 hours.
    “To your self,” I reply. I'm not staying in here all day. I'm going to the pool.
    I go into my room and get changed. This time I chose a different bikini. One that my father has never seen. If he did he'd burn it— not that there's much to burn! Gosh, I look in the mirror and have to smile at just how scandalous it is. I take my towel and wrap it around me.
    When I walk out I bump straight into Dylan who's waiting in front of the door. He's body is really firm. I mean, really firm.
    I jump