Chapter 6

My family never went to another reunion after that fateful day. Nor did we ever set foot on the Choctaw River Campground again. I remember my parents being horribly upset and talking to each other in whispers on the way home from the Camp later that day. Aunt Connie and Uncle Clyde were covered with bright red ant bites, all over, so what they had been doing was pretty clear to everyone. What Pamela and I were caught doing was never mentioned, at least to me, but I was positive that some version of the story reached our parents. I later heard that Uncle Clyde and Aunt Nancy were divorced and that cousin Amy had been sent to a private boarding school somewhere in North Carolina. I never saw Aunt Connie or Cousin Ike again although it was rumored that she had remarried and that Ike had gone on the road with a heavy metal band.

And, I had not seen Pamela since that fateful day until she walked into my office at Engineering Services Corporation a week or so after I got her surprise email.

"Bobby, you grew up!" Pamela exclaimed as she swept in through my office door.

"Wow... you did too, cousin!"

And certainly she had. The long-legged, dark complexioned teen in my memory had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Her conservatively cut dark hair now framed her face and amplified the brightness of her familiar broad smile. I would have recognized that smile anywhere, but I'm not sure that I would have quickly recognized the rest of her. She looked so much more sophisticated and worldly now.

Pamela moved gracefully around my office peering at pictures and taking in the view out my window. She wore an obviously expensive suit with a boldly plunging neckline that made her look excruciatingly feminine. Long, tanned legs extended from under her slightly too short skirt. Actually, the skirt was not that short, but a bold slit in the front made it most enticing to the eye. She simply looked like a million dollars.

I did want to seem too obvious in my lustful examination of her, so I moved from around my desk and gave her a big chaste hug. She reciprocated. The firm breasts that she ground into my chest didn't go unnoticed. I finally held her at arm's length and looked her up and down.

"Pammie, you look terrific! The years have certainly been good to you. You have become... well, beautiful, quite beautiful."

"Well, cousin, you don't look half bad yourself. You certainly look a lot better than your picture on the company web site. Don't get me wrong-it wasn't a bad likeness, but you look even better in person. It is so great to see you again... after, god, how long?"

"A very long time. A lifetime ago. And, certainly a bunch of gray hairs ago."

"Well, lets go get a drink and catch up on family history," Pam said with a wink.

"A drink? It's 11:00 in the morning."

"Hey, corporate guy, it will make the afternoon go oh so much smoother. Trust me."

With that, we were off, arm in arm, like two giggling teens on another island adventure.

In short order I discovered that Pamela, the adult version, was absolutely charming. She was light years away from our humble Southern upbringings. We found a wonderful little restaurant where she stunned me with her knowledge of wines and haute cuisine. She also was well versed in business, the stock market, and asked me fully informed questions about my company's interests in plastics technology, semi-conductors, and the rest.

Our luncheon lasted well into the afternoon and I could not remember ever having more fun. Pamela was the most intoxicatingly enchanting woman I had ever encountered... with no close second. And, by the end of our reminiscing we were both feeling the delightful affects of more than one expensive bottle of wine.

"I must say that this has been a fantastic reunion," I proclaimed, as we were about to depart. "I can't believe that all of this came about as the result of a Google search error."

"Well, it did, cuz," smiled Pamela, "and, I am very glad to have made that error. One moment I'm taking care of a little business and the next moment I'm staring at my long, lost cousin's picture. Pretty cool."

"You never told me what business you are in, Pam?" I noted.

"Oh, I'm in... ah... human relations," she replied.

Something in her body language made me think that there was more to that answer than the obvious.

"What in the world were you intending to type when you entered 'escorp?' That's not exactly a common set of letters."

"Oh, I forget," said Pamela sheepishly. "Just doing a little research, I think."

Now I was sure that there was more here than met the eye.

"Human relations research?" I probed.

"Yeah, sort of. But enough about me, tell me about your love life? Did you ever get married?"

"Yeah, but I'm afraid I paid more attention to my company than to my wife. After our divorce she immediately married this much younger stud with no money and no future. He must have a really big dick or something. I'm sure she was sampling it before our divorce. But, no matter. I hear that their relationship didn't last either. Too bad. How about you?"

"Never married."

"I mean your love life." We both laughed.

"Oh, that is just fine."

"Details would be appreciated."

"Why cousin, you would not want me to kiss and tell, would you?" Pamela flashed that bright smile that seemed to light up the whole room. "Or, do you just like hearing juicy stories?"