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.
When I was a teenager, 17 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to the lake that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I'm about to tell you about happened.