Summer Lovin' and Hidden Desires The first summer I worked for my family's boarding kennel will always rest fondly in my mind. It was my first job outside of flipping burgers or delivering newspapers. It was also the first job that entailed any real authority or even decent pay. But mostly, it was that particular summer, and that particular job that enlightened me to my innermost desires. I remember my trip home that summer, the long bus ride, the sketchy bus driver, and the long walk to the family plot. I'd already walked the 3 miles from town when the pavement ran into the gravel road that would take me home. I knew it was another mile up the road, but I could already hear the canine howls and barks from over the fallow fields. I sighed heavily, brushing my crinkly auburn hair over my shoulder, as the memories of my childhood started trickling back. I remembered the creek where I and my brothers would swim, the same swimming hole where I discovered, at the tender age of thirteen, that there were more differences between boys and girls than just long hair and privates. My brother's teased me for my budding breasts, breasts that would grow to a generous 38DD, and my mother scolded me for swimming with boys. Later, she would scold me for more than just swimming with boys, though my brothers weren't involved then. …but everything was about to change
