1. The Island, Chapter 19


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    asked in amazement, gesturing at the suitcases full of chicken. I recounted my adventure, and the ladies congratulated me, giving me a caveman feeling: me good provider! We chatted for a while, and I had a sudden thought. “Hey, Janie. I’m already sweaty. You want to do another TKD class?” “Sure,” she answered. “I could use a little exercise. How about you, Joelle? You want to learn?” “Maybe another time,” she demurred. “I just got back from a long walk. Rain took me across the island to the beach on the other side to see if anything new had washed up. I’m pretty beat.” I changed into my uniform, as we had decided to continue the tradition of dressing out for practices. It seemed to focus everyone’s mind and get them in the mood for serious exercise. Janie gathered up the girls, and I collected the boys. We again invited anyone who wanted to join us, and this time our offer was accepted by Megan and Emma, of all people. I guess being cheerleaders they were used to regular exercise, too, and we were the only organized game in town at the moment. In my mind I idly toyed with the idea of suggesting they resume cheer training. I could imagine a line of scantily clad young lovelies doing high kicks and cartwheels on the beach, and it made my cock twitch in interest. Maybe another time…. One everyone was changed, we ran through a basic warm-up. The two new girls were unfamiliar with many of the exercises we did, but they were pretty simple and they were able to follow along without ...
    much difficulty. I set Christopher to teaching some basic tenets of breathing, stances, punches and blocking to the cheerleaders, figuring he would like the attention of the young ladies. I wasn’t sure if they swung both ways or were dedicated muff-divers only, but he could try. Janie led the remainder of the class, and we alternated between forms and sparring practice to keep it fresh. After an hour of hard work we broke off, and I had another brilliant idea: in keeping with our after-class pool-party tradition, we could hike up to the crater lake and have a real pool-party and picnic. I floated the idea to the group and it was well-received. I suggested everyone wash out their uniforms to keep them from stinking, and then collect some food and clothing and put them in carry-on bags or backpacks. We had plenty of these from the luggage. I collected my own, and grabbed one of our precious flashlights just in case we came home later than expected. Within 15 minutes we were trooping along the game trail in a long line. Megan taught the kids a marching song she had learned in Girl Scouts, and the whole crew was belting it out lustily as we made our way past the waterfall and began climbing the slope of the mountain, following the stream. It took about 30 minutes of hard climbing to reach the top, and the kids marveled at the panoramic view from the summit. We filed in through the narrow opening that released the headwaters of the stream, and there were shouts of delight as the ...
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