"We'll be fine. Uh, safe," I promised him.
He relaxed, his primary concern apparently appeased. I was aware enough not to knock up his daughters. "Cool. Glad I raised at least one sane person."
I frowned, "How am I...?" I couldn't finish.
He chuckled, patting me on the back, "Three pretty women in your lap, and all three of them seemed interested. Trust me, son, if I were in your shoes that backseat would've been a very loud place. No matter what you all did, I would've done far more."
I had my doubts, but I let it go.
"Alright, let's load up the gorilla!" He said loudly, with a big laugh, and I groaned. It was a ritual at these camps. My sisters and Mom all giggled, grabbing various bags, almost all duffel bags, with two rolly luggages. One by one by one the bags were slung across me
