They meet.

Uncle John was clad in an unbuttoned turquoise shirt, leaving his toned chest exposed, as well as a large patch of light brown chest hair, where traces of sweat glistened from the summer heat. Beneath his torso he donned baggy cargo shorts and flip flops.

I hopped out of the car, walking towards him awkwardly, suitcase in tow. "Hey Mark!" He greeted loudly, wrapping me in a hug. "H-hey." I stuttered out, caught off guard by the contact of his firm and hairy chest. Chuckling, he released from the firm embrace, and we quickly said our goodbyes to my mom, before turning towards the boathouse.

"So Mark, are you ready for some man time? Just us dudes being dudes?" He said, bumping his elbow against my side with a grin. "Hah, yeah." I replied, unsure of how to respond. "You are gonna love it here. The view is amazing, the water is awesome, and there's a bunch we can do!" He explained excitedly. I did smile at this. I hadn't done much this summer, and had been wanting to swim for forever, so this was good news.

"This here is my ship. Since my house is on the other side of the lake, we'll be taking this baby over there." Uncle John said, gesturing towards the boat as they walked into the boathouse. "Great!" I responded, impressed by the expensive looking vehicle.

"But before anything else..." John began, catching my attention and confusion.