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Chapter 7

Regina and I ran in to get dressed in our bathing suits leaving Roger on the porch. I don't know how he did it, but by the time we got out of the bedroom, he was standing there with the bolsters still lashed to his arms. He looked like an enormous letter "T." It was so comical Regina and I doubled over with our laughter.

When we recovered, we untied him and raced to the lake. I was airborne off the pier before I remembered that it was still spring. The unusually warm day had me fooled. Gravity prevailed, and I was soon immersed in the icy water. My nipples hardened so much I thought they'd pop off.

I came to the surface, too cold even to draw a breath and warn Regina. Not that it would do any good, she was already in mid dive herself. She came up sputtering and screeching "Yeeeh! It's cold!"

It was Roger's turn to laugh. He stood on the dock looking at us turning blue in the water. "Get your butt in here," I said as angrily as I could. Regina and I both started splashing him. At first he retreated until we called him a "sissy." I guess the challenge was to great for him and he came running and cannon-balling into the lake with a splash that showered Regina and me.

The water was cold, but we got used to it rather quickly. There really wasn't any pattern or plan in our escapades. For a brief while we were a bunch of kids just horsing around, splashing each other and otherwise just enjoying innocent play.

We must have been at it for less than 5 minutes when a canoe rounded the point that sheltered our little portion of the lake. It was crewed by two teenage girls. "Hi there," they shouted to us as the paddled closer.

"Hey there," I said in response, "we thought there wouldn't be anyone out here."

"We're just up for the day. My dad just bought this for us from some folks who live on the other side of the lake, and we're taking it to our summer place."

"Good for you." I said.

"I'm Amy, and this is my sister Connie," they said, apparently interested in making small talk.

"Well, I'm Amy, this is Regina, and that," I said pointing to my skinny-dipping friend, "is Roger."

Roger had gone out to deeper water and was neck deep. The lake was murky, but clear enough to show that he was naked even if not clear enough to show details. The girls could not help but notice I was sure, but were polite enough not to mention it.

We exchanged some more small talk: "Yes the water is cold," we replied, "No, it's not too bad," we went on. "I'm excited about starting High School," the younger one said. "We're in college," we responded. "No I haven't decided on a major yet." for about 10 minutes while they eyed Roger. Finally they said their good-byes and paddled away whispering and giggling.

By the time the girls left, our lips were blue from the cold water. "I guess we've cleaned off enough. Come on, let's get some lunch." I suggested.

As we got out of the lake, Regina and I laughed at Roger. "So it *is* true. Cold does make things shrink." Roger's poor organ looked like a button sticking out of his crotch. His testicles were two bumps between his legs. I pointed and got out two words between laughs, "anatomically deficient!" Regina had to sit down she was laughing so hard.

Exhausted, and teary-eyed from laughing, we made our way back to the cabin. Regina and I dried off and got dressed. Roger just dried off.

We put in our orders for lunch with our male slave. It involved some work at the stove, and we sure couldn't take a chance with our property, so I had Roger wear an apron. It once belonged to my mom, and was frilly in the front, and barely tied half way around Roger. His butt was still available for our view. He must have also been recovering from the cold too, since the front of the apron had a bulge at a point were mom never bulged it.

Regina and I took up our places in some low chairs on either side of a coffee table facing the fireplace. Roger got on both knees to serve us at the table. We allowed him to sit on the cold stone slab in front of the fireplace with his bare butt and eat with us.

We decided to keep Roger in his maid's outfit as we had him clean up after lunch, sweep up the floor, and do some general dusting. I knew my aunt would appreciate it if we cleaned up the place a little in exchange for its use. I had Roger make up the beds as well. Well, two of them at least: the lower bunks in the "girls' dorm."

"You know," I said to Regina, "it's probably going to get chilly here tonight. I think we're going to need some firewood." Turning to our slave, I said, "Come on Roger, let's see how good you are at splitting wood. Take off that apron and get your shoes on."

Regina and I followed him. By this time we were attired in our bras, shorts and tennis shoes.

Roger proved to be a good wood chopper. He moved his body well, and his penis swung invitingly with each stroke. In spite of his nakedness, he had a good sweat worked up.

Suddenly I giggled, "You know, Reg, being out here by the woodshed gives me an idea."

"I was wondering when you were going to get to remembering that," she replied. "Don't we owe this bad boy a spanking for messing up your room last week?"

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