Donald was half-heartedly playing fetch with his dog Rex when he heard voices floating over the fence. It had been a dull summer so far, made worse by the unrelenting heat wave that gripped the region. Pausing to listen, he recognized the first voice easily. It was his next-door neighbor, Taylor.

“Karlie, why are you stressing about this?” Taylor asked. “It's not that big a deal. Just do it. Cara and I do it all the time. Trust me.”

Even though they were neighbors, Donald rarely saw Taylor outside of school, let alone talked to her. At twelve years old compared to Taylor's fifteen, he was markedly inferior in the school's pecking order. Not only was she three grades ahead of him, but she also roamed with a clique-y group of friends who decidedly counted as the “popular” kids at school. There was no way a tenth-grader like her would deign to be seen with a seventh-grader like him

“I don't know...” he heard Karlie reply. “What if someone sees us?”

“Have you looked around?” Taylor asked. “Our yard is fenced in, idiot. No one is going to see you. At least take your top off so you don't get tan lines on your chest.”

Donald's ears perked up at this nugget of information. He knew Taylor had a pool in her backyard, but the tall cinder block fence separating their yards meant he had never even caught a glimpse of it. He had often heard the family splashing around, but that was the extent of it. The thought of girls skinny dipping on the other side of the fence made him breathe a little faster.

“All right,” Karlie answered. “But I'm going to kill you if this gets on the internet somehow.”

“I'm not going to wear a swimsuit either.”

Donald didn't recognize this last voice, but the young boy was deeply intrigued. How many girls were over there? His heart began racing at the thought of them removing their swim tops. If his house had two stories, he could have gone upstairs to peer into Taylor's backyard. Instead, he was reduced to staring at a boring cinder block wall.

There had to be a way. Donald spun around, searching the yard for a solution. His eyes lighted on a rusty stepladder half-hidden behind the pole beans of his parents' vegetable garden. As quietly as possible, Donald freed the ladder from the vegetation and set it up near the fence. His knees shook as he slowly climbed the ladder and peeked into the neighboring yard.

It was even better that he could have imagined.

A spindly ocotillo partially blocked his view, but Donald could easily see the shimmering pool and the tiled patio. Three figures lay sprawled in lounge chairs, sunbathing in various states of undress. Despite their sunglasses, he easily recognized them as the girls comprising Taylor's elite squad of friends. Taylor herself was unmistakable with her blond hair and lithe figure. Next to her was her friend Lily, a dark-haired girl who was only one grade ahead of him. Last of all was Karlie, a tall girl with sandy brown hair and cat-like features. Everyone in school knew Karlie because she was universally accepted as the prettiest girl at Mifflin High.

Donald swallowed hard, trying to contain his excitement. Karlie was topless, her rounded breasts shiny with suntan lotion. Lily was topless as well, though she was noticeably less well endowed, being only thirteen years old to Karlie's fifteen. Taylor, however, was completely naked as she lay face down on her lounger. Donald started getting hard as he enjoyed the view of her pertly curved ass.

“Hey you guys,” a voice said. “Can I hang out too?” A fourth person emerged from the house. Donald recognized her as Cara, Taylor's younger sister. Cara had a towel wrapped around herself, but took it off to spreading onto a lounge chair. Though she was naked as well, Donald didn't pay much attention to her. Cara was younger than him, so much that he wasn't even sure how old she was. Maybe she was in fourth grade? Her youth was all-too apparent in her completely flat chest, so Donald returned his gaze to the older girls.

Taylor rolled over onto her back and addressed her two friends. “You guys are such chickenshit. Look, even Cara isn't worried about having a swimsuit. Lose the swim bottoms already, will you? You're going to look so stupid with those tan lines”

Donald held his breath. He saw Karlie and Lily glance at each other, then shrug as they slipped out of their bikini bottoms. Now there were four naked females for the twelve year old boy to peruse at his pleasure. His eyes darted eagerly from offering to offering. Karlie sported a bush of neatly trimmed dark hair between her legs while Lily possessed wisps of hair that fanned out like a blossoming flower. Further down the spectrum were Taylor and Cara with their completely hairless crotches. Cara, he supposed, was too young to have started growing hair yet. Taylor apparently favored the clean-shaven look.

Donald couldn't believe his luck. He was average looking and by no means athletically gifted so girls at school rarely noticed him. Yet here he was, visually feasting on the three of the most popular girls at Mifflin High. It amazed him how physically different their bodies were from one another. Mentally, he sorted them by breast size. Karlie's were obviously the most well-developed. Despite the two years separating them, Taylor and Cara's breasts were remarkably similar in size.

Next he began comparing their nipples in terms of color and shape. Donald was so mesmerized that he didn't notice that his dog Rex had attempted to climb onto the ladder as well. The added weight made it tilt wildly away from the fence. Alarmed, Donald grabbed frantically at the wall to stop from falling. His fingers scraped against the cinder blocks, clutching at anything to break the fall. There was sickening crash as the ladder banged against the ground, leaving the young boy hanging from the top of the fence.

Four heads immediately swiveled his way. “Oh no...” Donald groaned quietly. He wanted to hide, but it was impossible. He could clearly see their expressions change from surprise to shock as they spotted him. Someone screamed. He was swiftly losing his grip on the wall. The last thing he saw was the four girls scurrying in panic, wrapping towels around themselves. Painfully, he slid down the fence as the rough concrete scraped his hands and forearms.

Rex, sensing the commotion on the other side of the wall, began barking furiously. “No, boy!” Donald pleaded. “Shhh!” He grabbed Rex's collar and yanked him toward the safety of the house.

But it was too late. “Donald?” a voice called over the fence. It was Taylor. “Is that you?” Rex continued barking. Red-faced at being caught, Donald said nothing as he struggled to drag the dog to the house.

“I know you're over there,” Taylor called. “You're in big trouble. You better get over here.”

“I... what?” Donald said, his voice shaking. “Um, is that you, Taylor? Why do you want me to come over?”

“Don't play dumb with me,” Taylor retorted. “You know why. You better do what I say. Or else I'm telling your parents. Get over here. Now.”

Stricken, Donald weighed his options. Taylor made it sound as if she might not tell his parents if he came over. Trembling, he exited his backyard and made his way to the side yard that separated their houses. Taylor, now dressed in a maroon bikini, was waiting for him with an unsmiling expression at the gate to the backyard.

Once he entered, the gate loudly clanged shut. The sound startled him. Donald felt like he was being marched before a firing squad. Cara was nowhere to be seen, but Karlie and Lily waited for him with equally grim expressions. They too were now wearing swimsuits..

Taylor sat down in the lounger between her friends. “How long were you spying on us?” she inquired. Her tone was surprisingly neutral, as if she were asking him the time.

“I don't know,” Donald stammered, staring at his feet. “Maybe just five minutes. I'm sorry.”

“God, what a pervert,” muttered Lily.

Taylor held up her hand. “No, not at all,” she contradicted. “Donald was just curious, weren't you? There's nothing wrong with that.”

“Yes, I was just curious,” Donald agreed, gratefully taking the lifeline she had thrown.

“Was that the first time you saw a naked girl? In real life?” Taylor asked.

“Yes,” Donald admitted. “But I promise I'll never do it again.”

“Hold on there,” Taylor said. “What's the big deal? You're just a curious boy, right? It's not like you had bad intentions.”

“No,” Donald shook his head. He wondered why Taylor was being so nice.

“I mean, I have to admit, we're kind of curious too,” Taylor said, glancing at her friends. “Right, ladies? Aren't you a little curious about boys too?”

“Oh totally,” Lily chimed in. “I've always wondered what a guy looks like without clothes on. Especially cute neighbor boys.” Donald's heart sank as he realized where this conversation was going.

Karlie appeared confused. “What are you talking about? I've never thought about...” Taylor interrupted her by slapping her arm.

“Be quiet, Karlie,” she commanded. “See, the point we're trying to make is that we think Donald should get naked. Right here, right now. It's only fair since he saw us naked.”

“That's a great idea,” Lily enthused. “If I got to see Donald naked, I would be less weirded out by him spying on us. And then I wouldn't tell his parents about it.” She and Taylor exchanged sly smiles.

“Oh, I get it!” Karlie said. “We're just blackmailing him into getting naked, right?” Her friends rolled their eyes.

“You want me to take off my clothes... here?” Donald asked, still playing dumb. He knew exactly what they meant, but he wanted to buy himself time. Maybe he could talk his way out of this somehow? But instead the three girls merely waited on their lounge chairs. Taylor crossed her arms.

Seeing no other choice, Donald began undressing. His limbs were heavy, as if they were lead-filled. His shirt came off easily enough, but he blushed at the sound of cat calls and whistles once the girls caught sight of his bare chest. His sandals and shorts came off next. Wearing only his underwear now, Donald nervously glanced around the fenced yard.

“Oh, don't worry,” Taylor assured him. “No one can see into this yard. Well, not unless they're peeping over the wall like some sort of pervert.” Her friends giggled. “Come on, Donald. Let's see what you've got.”

His heart pounding, Donald took a deep breath and pulled his underwear off. There was a stony silence as the girls appraised him. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. The warm sunshine and light breeze made his skin prickle. Donald had never been naked outdoors. It didn't feel right. He had the urge to dive into the pool and just stay underwater for as long as possible.

“What do you think, ladies?” Taylor asked. “I'd say Donald here has some serious balls to get naked for us.” The girls burst into laughter, causing Donald to cup his crotch with his hands.

“Don't be shy,” Lily admonished. “Why are you covering up?” With great effort, the twelve year old boy returned his arms to his sides where they dangled awkwardly. He knew his body was pale and scrawny. Maybe he would have been less embarrassed if he were more muscular. Or, at the very least, had more hair growing down there.

After standing still for ten seconds, Donald couldn't bear it any longer. “Can I get dressed yet?” he asked.

“You said you spied on us for five minutes,” Taylor pointed out. “I think you should stay naked just as long for us.” Donald blanched but stood by obediently.

“I'm thirsty,” Karlie announced. “You guys want something to drink?” She stood up by Taylor stopped her.

“Wait, why don't we let Donald get us some drinks?” she suggested. “There's a refrigerator just inside the door over there.” She pointed to it. “With plenty of soda and stuff. Can you fetch us something, Donald?”

He hurried to the door, grateful to get away, but his relief was short-lived as he heard Lily comment, “Aw look, he bounces when he walks!” The girls broke into a fresh round of laughter. In his haste, Donald had apparently walked too fast. With as much dignity as he could muster, he slowed his pace so that his penis wouldn't flop with each step. He grabbed three cans of Coke from the refrigerator and brought them back to the girls.

It felt bizarre to be naked while playing waiter, like he was stuck in a bad dream. Karlie accepted a can but Taylor shook her head. “I don't want a Coke. Can you find me some fizzy water?” Donald returned to the refrigerator, well aware of the weight of their stares as he walked away. He handed Taylor her water, but then it was Lily's turn to request a Diet Coke instead of regular. Red-faced, he trotted back to the refrigerator. Now that the girls had their drinks, he wasn't sure what to do so he stood woodenly on the patio. The sun beat down on everything. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead yet he still shivered from having so much skin exposed.

“So, Karlie,” Taylor said. “You and Mike have been dating for a few months now. Didn't you say you've been giving him handjobs?”

“Only on special occasions,” Karlie answered. She fanned herself with a magazine. “You know, like on his birthday or after homecoming.”

“So what do you think?” Taylor asked, sipping her water. “How does he compare with Donald here?”

Donald got very small inside as the three girls looked him up and down. “Well, Mike is circumcised so that's a big difference right there,” Karlie observed.

“What about size-wise?” Lily asked. “Doesn't Donald seem above average for his age?”

Taylor laughed at her friend. “How on earth do you know what 'above average' is?”

Lily backpedaled. “I mean, I don't know for sure. I'm just saying, compared to my dad...” The fifteen year old girl immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

“You've seen your dad naked?” Karlie said, amazed.

Taylor burst into giggles. “That is so hot!” She cooed in mock ecstasy.

“Shut up!” Lily had turned beet red. “I only saw him once. It was an accident! I was, like, five years old.”

“All right, just chill out,” Taylor said, still laughing. “So Donald, what grade are you in?”

“Seventh grade,” he muttered.

“Well, Karlie?” Taylor asked. “How does this seventh grader compare to Mike?”

The girls stared at him for so long that Donald wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “Well, it's tough to say since he's not hard or anything,” Karlie said thoughtfully. “But, you know, Mike always gets soft after he comes and, yeah, he kind of looks like that.”

“Congratulations,” Taylor told him. “You're above average!” Lily and Karlie began clapping. Chagrined, Donald's felt his ears burning. When he was among male friends, there was plenty of raunchy locker room talk about big dicks. It was different, he discovered, when it was girls doing the talking. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Cara emerged from the house. Her eyes bugged out at Donald's naked body.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked. The young girl had changed into a swimsuit.

Donald saw a strange expression cross Taylor's face. “Cara, why don't you go back inside?” she suggested. “We'll be coming in soon for lunch anyway.”

“I don't want to go inside,” Cara said stubbornly. “Why isn't Donald wearing any clothes?”

“Donald was spying on us,” Taylor explained. “So now we're getting even by making him take off his clothes.”

“He saw me without clothes too,” Cara pointed out.

Taylor sighed. “All right, you can stay out here. But you have to promise not to tell mom and dad about this, okay?”

“I promise.” Cara took a seat in a lounge chair. “Donald's thing is a lot bigger than Austin's thing,” she commented. Austin was Taylor and Cara's younger brother, who wasn't even in kindergarten yet. There was nothing Donald could do except stand there, shame-faced, as the older girls tried not to laugh. He stared longingly at his clothes laying a pile on the grass.

“That's true,” Taylor said.

“How come he doesn't have a pink tip on the end like Austin?” Cara asked.

Karlie and Lily turned their faces away so Cara wouldn't see their smiles. Donald, however, could clearly see how they shook with silent laughter. “That's because Donald is uncircumcised,” Taylor informed her younger sister. “And Austin is circumcised.”

“What's circumcised?” Cara inquired.

Taylor turned helplessly to her friends who were now doubled over in amusement. Lily staged a coughing fit to disguise her laughter. Karlie pretended to dry her hair with a towel. Ignoring them, Taylor returned her gaze to Donald. He shifted uneasily when he saw that familiar smirk on her face.

“Donald, can you explain to us what uncircumcised means?” she asked sweetly.

“It mean... um...” He couldn't seem to get the words out. “Like a guy has a foreskin,” he mumbled. “And sometimes, um, when you're a baby they'll cut it off and, uh...”

Cara seemed utterly perplexed by his stammering explanation. Taylor spoke up again. “Why don't you show us your foreskin?” she suggested.

Lily had finally regained her composure. Leaning forward, she said, “Yeah, Donald. Let's see it.”

What else could he do? With trembling fingers, Donald lifted his dangling penis with one hand while pointing with his other. “The foreskin is this part here,” he said gruffly.

“But how do you pee?” Cara asked. “Austin has a little slit at the end of his penis and that's where the pee comes out.”

“You know, I've always wondered about that too,” Karlie declared.

Taylor nodded in agreement. “Show us how you pee, Donald.”

This was getting out of control fast. Donald's heart began pounding again. Irritating drops of sweat rolled down his back in long streaks. “Um, should we go to the bathroom?” he asked. It sounded like a stupid question. Everything he said sounded stupid.

“Just pee out here,” Taylor shrugged. She pointed to a large potted ficus that separated her lounger from Lily's.

Donald hesitated. “Maybe they'll let me leave if I let them see me pee,” he reasoned to himself. He walked up to the oversized planter. Not wanting to make a dribbling mess, Donald retracted his foreskin. That was a mistake. There was a murmur of excitement from the girls, as if he had walked on water.

“I didn't know you could do that!” Cara announced. She peered at his exposed glans. “Now it looks just like Austin's!”

“Well, a lot bigger though, right?” Taylor grinned at her friends. Karlie giggled while Lily mockingly imitated the roar of a tiger.

“Right,” Cara agreed, oblivious to the older girls.

Donald did his best to ignore their chatter. It wasn't easy to pee with four sets of eyes trained on him. He tried to pretend that he was alone, in a private bathroom. Peeing into a toilet and not a ficus plant. After an extended pause, he finally expelled a few drops of urine.

“That's it?” Cara said, baffled.

Donald tried again. It required intense concentration to relax seemingly every muscle in his body, but he finally was able to let loose a solid stream of pee that created a temporary puddle in the ficus before draining into the potted dirt. The assembled group of girls intently watched until the last drops trickled out of him. Donald gave his penis a final shake before self-consciously returning his hands to his sides.

“And now the tip is all covered up again,” Cara remarked. “It's like when a turtle goes into its shell.”

“Now you know what a foreskin is,” Taylor said. “We learn something new every day, don't we?”

“Can I go now?” Donald asked.

Taylor, Karlie, and Lily exchanged a glance. “I have an idea,” Taylor said. “Why don't you clean the pool for us first? Then you can go. The pool skimmer is next to the shed over there.”

It initially sounded like an easy job, but Donald found it difficult once he started. Each time he scooped up some leaves, insects or flower petals floating in the pool, it seemed like the wind would deposit more yard debris. Not helping matters was the fact the tall pool skimmer was terribly unwieldy, particularly when he had to reach toward the center of the pool. It felt terribly discomfiting to be naked and laboring while the clothed girls observed him across the pool. Donald couldn't decide if it was better to be facing toward them or away from them.

After a few minutes, he was relieved to see the girls talking amongst themselves, seemingly ignoring him. Cara began reading a book. Taylor and Lily rolled over onto their stomachs to tan their backs. The fewer eyes on him, the more he felt at ease. Donald was almost done skimming the pool when he happened to glance at Karlie. She had lay down flat on her lounger, her face hidden behind sunglasses and not paying any attention to him. But her slightly parted legs revealed a conspicuous crease at the crotch of her bikini bottom.

Donald attempted to return his attention to the pool, but the twelve year old couldn't resist the alluring mysteries of the female body. Still carrying the pool skimmer, he casually moved to a position directly across from Karlie so he had an unencumbered view between her thighs. The stretchy material of her swimsuit had embedded itself into her vaginal lips. Donald tried to remember what the guys in the locker room called it. A camel toe?

He nervously glanced at the other girls to make sure they didn't notice his staring. Cara was engrossed in her book. Taylor and Lily were still suntanning, but he noticed how they had unfastened the backs of their bikinis. Since they were both laying face down, Donald could easily see the tempting curves of their breasts as they squished against the towel-clad loungers.

He didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.

The sight of Karlie's camel toe, combined with the side cleavage of Taylor and Lily, worked its magic on the preteen boy. “Oh no,” Donald thought to himself. “Not now. Please not now...” But try as he might, the young boy was unable to stop the blood flow surging to his growing penis. Desperately, he tried to think of something, anything, to quell his burgeoning erection. His mind racked through images of his grandma, of poopy diapers, of roadkill. Nothing worked.

Then he heard something. Looking up, his heart sank when he saw Cara giggling at him.

“What's so funny?” Taylor asked her little sister. Cara pointed at him. Donald fruitlessly tried to conceal his midsection with the pool skimmer.

Taylor gasped. “Oh. My. God.” She quickly retied her bikini top and sat up. “You guys. Check this out.”

“What are you... holy shit!” Lily exclaimed.

“What's going on?” Karlie asked blearily. She had apparently fallen asleep. Sitting up now, she was in mid-yawn when she noticed the unproud Donald and his proud erection. “Whoa.”

“I guess cleaning the pool is more exciting than you would think,” Taylor laughed. “Isn't that right, Donald? You can put down that pool skimmer now.”

He did as she asked. Donald was so ashamed now that he was on the verge of tears. But despite his agitated state, his erection showed no signs of flagging. Donald could do nothing except stand there with his hands balled into fists as the girls renewed their attention on him. He wanted to run but his feet felt as if they were glued to the ground.

“His foreskin isn't covering up the tip anymore,” Cara observed.

“Umm, okay, he's definitely bigger than Mike,” Karlie said. “Who knew?”

Taylor shook her head. “Not me.” She picked up some circular rings that had been scattered on the pool patio. Donald recognized them. They were diving rings that sank to the bottom of the pool to be retrieved. He wondered what she was going to do with them.

“Hold still, Donald,” Taylor called. Still sitting on her lounger on the other side of the pool, she tossed a ring at him. It bounced off his thigh. “Darn. I missed.”

“What are you doing?” Karlie asked.

“You know. It's like that game at the carnival where you try to toss a ring onto the bottle. Except, I'm not aiming for a bottle...”

Lily laughed as she realized what her friend was trying to do. “Let me try,” she insisted. Taylor handed her a diving ring. Lily flung it at him like a frisbee but she missed as well.

Karlie and Cara clamored for the next try. Soon, all four girls were pelting Donald with the diving rings as they tried to land one on his erection. Lily squealed in horror when her ring bounced off his scrotum. After exhausting the supply of rings, Cara was sent to retrieve them.

“We're too far away,” Karlie complained. “That's the problem.”

“How about we get on some pool floaties?” Lily suggested.

“Great idea!” Taylor declared. “Donald, go stand on the diving board.”

As he walked, his erection bobbed up and down, embarrassingly, but the girls were too busy getting their pool toys to notice. Taylor chose an inflatable white swan. Karlie and Lily climbed onto a pink donut and an American flag, respectively. Cara mounted an alligator.

Donald tiptoed out to the edge of the diving board, careful to maintain his balance. Cara passed out the diving rings to everyone in the pool. “Who's going first?” she asked.

They took turns, each one trying to land a ring on Donald's jutting erection. Stone-faced, he stood helplessly on the diving board as the giggling girls played their game. Finally, Lily successfully tossed a ring that landed cleanly on his penis. It hung from his penis like an oversized bracelet.

“Yes!” she celebrated exuberantly. “I did it! I win!”

“Wait, I still get a turn!” Karlie protested. The other girls threw the rest of their rings all at once, but none made the mark. Only Lily's ring was hanging from Donald in the end. When the girls began splashing each other, he used the opportunity to quietly remove the ring and toss it in the water.

“Now can I go?” Donald pleaded.

They stopped splashing each other. “I don't know, Donald,” Taylor teased. “You can't go home with a hard-on like that. People will see it, even if you put your shorts on.”

“Is it going to stay like that forever?” Cara asked.

Karlie shook her head. “Not forever. Whenever Mike has a stiffy, it always goes down after... well, you know... after I jack him off.”

“Is that true for you too, Donald?” Lily asked. He didn't respond, but his blushing ears and burning cheeks answered for him.

“I think Donald should jack off for us,” Taylor suggested.

Karlie waved a dismissive hand. “Guys can't just jack off. He needs something slippery to make it happen.”

Still sitting aside her swan, Taylor propelled herself toward the lounge chairs. She reached into a basket and produced a bottle of baby oil. “Will this work?”

“I don't know,” Karlie admitted. “Maybe.”

Taylor pushed her swan toward the diving board and handed the baby oil to Donald, who couldn't believe his predicament. He would be a pariah at Mifflin High if this ever got out. Would Taylor's squad be able to keep a secret? It was unlikely.

All eyes were on him as he slowly uncapped the bottle and squirted some warm baby oil into the palm of his hand. Hesitantly, he began rubbing it into his persistent erection. Even though Cara was the youngest, he noticed that she was clearly enthralled by his motions. Notwithstanding the older girls, it made him especially queasy to be doing this in front of her.

Donald closed his eyes. “Just pretend you're at home,” he told himself. “Pretend you're in your room...” Mortified, he began jerking off. The gentle bouncing of the diving board distracted him, but he tried to ignore it. In spite of himself, Donald had to admit that the slick baby oil worked wonderfully against his clenched hand. It felt good. Very good...

It didn't take long. “Ahh...” Donald inhaled sharply as that familiar feeling welled up inside him. He had successfully blocked out his immediate surroundings, but the sound of a strangled shriek yanked him back to reality. His eyes burst open just in time to see the first thick stream of white fluid land in the pool. Caught in mid-orgasm, Donald was forced to continue jacking off as he stared at his audience of four shell-shocked girls floating in the pool. They scrambled to retreat, splashing loudly, as the young boy spilled his seed, each spurt arcing gracefully through the air before landing with a plop in the chlorinated water.

“Jesus Christ!” someone muttered.

“What is that stuff?” Cara demanded. “Taylor? What's happening?”

No one answered her question. It wasn't until his orgasm began to wane that Donald was overwhelmed with unabashed humiliation. He swiftly backed off the diving board, being careful not to fall into the water. His erection was finally drooping but now there was a long strand of viscous fluid dripping from his puckering foreskin. A drop landed on his bare foot.

The older girls quickly got out of the pool, but Cara stayed behind. Still astride her alligator, she paddled up to flagrant mess he left floating in the pool. She peered at it with equal parts revulsion and curiosity. “Taylor? What IS this stuff?”

“Um, I'll tell you later,” Taylor told her. “Come on, get out of the water. It's time for lunch.” She pulled her sister's alligator float to the shallow end of the pool. “Lily, can you clean that up?” she asked, nodding to Donald's deposit that bobbed in the pool.

“Why do I have to do it?” Lily complained. She picked up the pool skimmer.

“Is Donald sick or something?” Cara asked. “His pee looks really weird.”

No longer able to contain themselves, Lily and Karlie burst into mirthful chortles. Taylor gave Donald a bemused look before answering, “Um, no, he's not sick...” She was gazing at his crotch when she said it. Ashamed, Donald pulled on his shorts and dashed toward the safety of his house. Amid the derisive laughter, the last thing he heard was Karlie shouting to him, “Bye, Donald! Thanks for the memories!”