Glade Mellons: Chapter 1 - He wuz a wizzard. (NOT A REAL STORY)

Summer in the valley. The day was bright, and air so crisp. It would be this memory that I remember most but that changed when he arrived. All my thoughts veered to him, I felt myself trip and fall over every little thing. I was clumsy as a little girl, what a mess. Still, I couldn't shake it, who was he, who is he.

To put it fairly I first caught glimpse of him at the bar on a little island float, the kind with a glass bottom and a hay roof on top that you see at special resorts. Well, more special, this resort was not as tropic. At the bottom of a small valley ran a rather wide lake with mountains on either side and a cheep 4 star hotel for summer vacation. He was wearing hiking gear looking like he was about to go on some crazy camping adventure. To my surprise a few days following whenever I would see him, he still wore it like it was a fashion, and let me say it worked. I genuinely believed he was a professional. Yet, not a sign of being out once, his hair still perfectly gelled and his clothes mint conditioned without a smudge. His skin was very clean too, oh, his skin. His body was mint as well. Mild tan with a fit body. I remember quite well when he took all but a tight pair of swimming trunks off before every girl in the resort during lunch I just about choked. This mysterious man was quite bold, too bold...