Every twelve year old boy needs at least one goal in his life. Jeffrey's goals started simple and just kept growing from there. From a simple feel of his mom's titty, Jeffrey was a boy whose life was to meet one goal at a time.
This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family hotel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather's privacy.