“You are just the same as your bro; it looks like a crew cut
of pubes on top of your pecker.” Ron hooted as the twins ran around in circles
and whooped a war cry and splashed anyone in their way. “Ok, it’s all over now, but we will be watching you as Wesley loves you like a
brother and friend and we never want anyone hurting him ever again.”
Ron told Simon as dinner was brought out. Eporner Grunting could be heard from the deflated life raft and it sounded like
Simon’s moaning and groaning as Wesley heard the same noise when they fooled
around together. “Hey Desmond, lets splash Ron and the twins and see if they scream
at us.” Jackson asked. Dinner was almost ready when Wesley and Simon
walked out of the shack hand in hand and had smiles on their faces.
