Chapter 11: Our Ending and Beginning

The girls had grown tired of looking, and driving slowly had made the afternoon sun seem even closer, as we drove slowly through the different neighborhoods. We must have covered a good ten percent of Navarre, and found many possible 4-WD Ford F-250s before we decided to stop and take a break at the beach. As we drove up to the state park at the eastern end of Navarre Beach you could still see where Hurricane Dennis had taken out most of the nearby fishing pier. The hurricane had also taken most of the beach sand but the beach had been recently renourished with sand dredged up offshore. On a Monday afternoon in early August it was normally nearly empty. This is because many school systems start school much earlier than they had in my childhood. In this area late July and early August normally finds the beaches covered with rotting Sargasso Weed and dead jellyfish. This normally makes the pool at the various motels a better place to be for the tourist who are still around.

This year the weeds and jellyfish were absent although most people had not gotten the word. The results were that there were only a few diehards scattered along the beach. The girls had worn their suits under their clothes, even though there was a changing area at the park. I had carried mine so I had to use the changing area to change into my trunks. We found a nice spot not too far from the water and put down the quilt from the trunk of the car. I was admiring their beauty when I realized that even though Cynthia's skin was much fairer than Cindy's they would both burn easily in the hot sun, so I decided to go back to the car to retrieve the sun block I had left in the glove compartment. They said they would straighten out the blanket while I was gone.

I trekked back although I kept looking back towards the girls as I walked to the car. I was almost at the car when I noticed two young guys walk over to C & C. It appeared as if they were all just talking but I still didn't waste any time getting the lotion and starting back to the girls. I was about halfway there when Cindy screamed, a sound I had hoped that I would never hear again. At first I thought that one of the two guys had done or said something and I noticed that they were moving away from the girls. I ran towards them as fast as I could through the gripping sand. Cindy was pointing and screaming at something on down the beach as Cynthia tried to calm her down. I slowed up as I realized that she was in no immediate danger. I was going to have to talk to her about scaring me like that. My heart was pounding as I approached her. I noticed that she was agitated to the point that her body was still shaking.

"What is it?" I asked, out of breath.

She grabbed me and turned me to look where she was pointing down the beach. The beach was fairly deserted and the only thing I could see was a man and woman stretched out on beach towels about 150 yards down the beach. At that distance all that I could make out was that there was a man with a dark beard in blue shorts and a smaller brunette woman, wearing a two-piece green swimsuit. I had to strain my eyes to make out even that much detail. I could see that Cindy expected me to recognize them and from that I made an assumption I said, "Your mom and Uncle Steve?"

Cindy hugged tighter to my side and shook her head yes.

We were lucky that they hadn't noticed when Cindy had screamed and, in fact, they seemed oblivious to everything almost as if they were asleep. I wanted to confront them alone without Cindy being present because I didn't want to take a chance that Cindy's mom might demand that I leave Cindy with her, or say something that would hurt Cindy, during the confrontation. I knew that even if everything went well, having her mother give her up might still be traumatic for Cindy. I thought at the moment that the best thing that we could do would be to try to follow them when they left, and find out exactly where they lived. I had C & C move the blanket back towards the car, to a place that we could still see Cindy's mom and Uncle Steve and be able to quickly get in the car and follow them when they left. After we had accomplished that I settled down on the blanket to wait and watch.

While I was watching them Cindy was busy applying the sun block that I had brought back from the car. I noticed that the scars of Cindy's first encounters, on her back and lower thigh, were still healing nicely and most of the bruises had disappeared. I was distracted watching her, and Cynthia smiled as she caught me watching Cindy putting the lotion on her stomach and upper thighs. Cynthia had waited patiently for Cindy to get through with the lotion. When she had put on as much as she could get on herself, Cindy came over and asked me to do her back. I smiled at Cynthia as I began to rub the sunblock onto Cindy. I rubbed the lotion in good and Cindy gave me a peck on the lips after I had finished.

I started to toss the lotion to Cynthia but before I could do that she came over and asked me if I would put lotion on her as well. I began applying the lotion as Cynthia was talking to Cindy. As I rubbed the lotion on Cynthia's back she would comment to Cindy on how good it felt and how strong my hands were. When I finished her back she turned around knelt on her knees in front of me and presented me with her front as she playfully stuck out her tongue at Cindy.

I could see that she was teasing Cindy as I began to apply the lotion to the skin between the top and bottom of her suit. Her skin was silky smooth and she was wearing the same suit that had raised our eyebrows at the pool a day earlier. The bottom was very low cut, barely covering her mons, and I was a bit nervous as I applied lotion to this area. Cynthia's breathing became labored and shallow as I drew nearer to the top of her mons. I quickly applied lotion in this area and moved upwards to rub in the other lotion that I had applied. As I moved further up she again became quiet as I began rubbing lotion on the skin immediately under her budding breasts. She, like Cindy, had just begun to blossom and although she was less than an 'A' cup, she filled the small suit quite well. I moved over the top of her swimsuit and began to do her shoulders down to the tops of her breasts. This was more than a jealous Cindy could take as she said, "Not fair!"

Both Cynthia and I smiled to each other as I said, "What's the matter?"

Cindy said, "You didn't put lotion on my front and now Cynthia is getting you to put lotion on places she should do herself."

"I would have loved to have put lotion on your front, but you didn't ask," I smiled. I tossed Cynthia the bottle and said, "Cindy is right though, now that I have done the good parts, you can do the rest." She stuck out her tongue at me and then we all three smiled at each other. I looked at Cynthia and imitating Cindy's voice I said, "Don't I get a kiss? Cindy gave me a kiss when I put lotion on her." Cynthia made a big production of coming over and planting a big kiss on my lips. We all laughed.

All of this had distracted me from looking over towards Cindy's mom although when I looked back they were still there. I wanted to get a better look at them but I was half-afraid to leave Cindy and Cynthia alone while doing so. This was because the two boys who had talked to C & C earlier kept glancing over our way as if they were trying to get up the courage to come over again. So I just watched and waited and had a pleasant afternoon at the beach.

Cynthia asked me why I didn't just get the papers and go over and talk to them while they were laying there. I explained to them both that I didn't want to take a chance on Cindy's mom giving me an excuse and then getting away without us knowing where she lived. I told them that I was sure I could convince Cindy's mom to sign the papers when I had enough time to do it. Cynthia then told me that I had better not 'fuck it up' because Cindy was her best friend and she didn't want to lose her. She said it just that way and my jaw dropped when I heard her say it. I told both of them that I wasn't going to mess anything up. Then I looked at Cynthia and said, "Cynthia, you are growing up fast and I know you were trying to shock me by using the word that you did. Still, I don't use that word and I have never heard Cindy use that word. Now that we all know that you know that word I would appreciate not hearing you use it again either." She blushed and said, "Yes, Uncle Jim."

To show Cynthia that there were no hard feelings I held out my arms and was surprised when they both came over for a hug. During the hug they must have decided something because the next thing I knew they had pushed me over on my back. They were laughing when I looked up and saw that Cindy's mom and Uncle Steve were shaking the sand out of their blanket down the beach. I pointed that out to the girls and we hurried to do the same. We packed everything quickly into the trunk and I gave them towels to sit on in the back seat. I started the car and moved it to a position to where I could observe the parking lot. I also put the top up, rolled the windows and started the A/C. I explained to the girls that my windows were tinted and that if we got too close that would keep them from getting a good look inside the car.

I followed the dark blue truck out of the parking lot. The streets were almost deserted at this time of the afternoon and although I stayed back I was sure that I wouldn't lose them as we headed towards the bridge over the intercoastal waterway. I let another car get in between us and it was a good thing that I did that as both of us got stopped at the stoplight on the other side of the bridge. After we pulled out on US 98, I backed off a bit. It was the first time that I had ever followed someone and I was very careful not to let them see that they were being followed.

I followed the truck to an older subdivision about halfway between Navarre and a small town called Midway. I considered it lucky that we found them at the beach because I would probably never have looked this far out of Navarre. I stopped after we went past the house and carefully wrote down the house number.