Hot Young Thing Part One
It was the summer that I just turned 14, and I was bored. We got word that my uncle was recovering from shoulder surgery, and he needed help because he could only use one arm. He lived alone in Texas, and my mom thought it would be good for us both if I spent the summer with him. I flew into Dallas-Fort Worth, and he met me at the airport. God, it was hot there. When we got to his ranch, I was shocked to see that there was no one around for miles. We were truly alone. Uncle Clyde showed me to...