Doctor Doyle squeezed us both in a bear hug. "I want you boys to go out there, be young, and have fun. I'm going to take a quick shower, then return to my little makeshift office to see who else needs my help. There's probably a line down the hallway by now."
My fingers danced across Doctor Doyle's broad chest, playing in the meadow of dark hair. "Well, sir, Bobby and I need to take a shower too. Maybe the three of us could lather up together."
Bobby and the doctor glanced at each other. It was one of those knowing exchanges again. But this time, I felt like I spoke their language too.
"Okay, boys, I guess my patients can wait another ten minutes," Doctor Doyle said. "Let's hit the showers."
We stood and I grabbed a towel from a fresh stack of laundry. I whipped it against Bobby's bare bottom, where it landed with a loud crack. He laughed and took off running. I chased after him.
The doctor strutted close behind, having no trouble scooping me up and slinging me over his shoulder. His hot, sweaty skin clung to mine as I bounced around eyeing his meaty butt. I took a firm mound in my hand and squeezed, deciding that would be the next cave I'd conquer. As soon as we got to the showers, I planned to dive into that moist terrain and explore it. His patients were going to be waiting a little longer.
That night was just the beginning of the best summer of my life.