A Memory Man Production
This year you have taken him, for the first time, with you and your wife on your annual cruise.
On Sailaway Night you share a restaurant table with, and strike up a friendship with an English couple who had a pretty and charming daughter, Julie, about Lewis's age. You arrange to meet up with them the next day (at sea) and the two youngsters get on famously and spend most of the day in each other's company, mostly by the pool where the high end digital camera you bought for Lewis's fourteenth birthday (He has both an interest and talent for photography) worked overtime when he had such an attractive and willing model at his disposal. By the end of the first day the two had become a unit, roaming the ship as though tied together by an invisible cord.
Knowing your would be lady-killer son you took him aside that evening to tell him that their friendship was fine so long as it stayed public, warning him that if they strayed into one of their cabins or some dark corner or got into any sort of compromising situation you'd take the skin off his ass. When you mentioned this to Julie's parents, her father laughed and said we've told her the same sort of thing, her mother rather grimly adding "I haven't packed my wooden spoon this time but I'm pretty good at improvisation."
A few days later Lewis was showing you the shots he'd taken on the previous day's shore excursion and as he came to the end of the series flicked quickly across The Picture. You noticed it and made him bring it back.
Nervously he replied "It was a self timer shot last night up on the top sun deck"
Then catching your look he went on "It was nothing like that Dad - honest, I swear it - OK we did kiss a bit but most of the time we were just talking; we are going to write to each other after. We weren't sneaking off like you said; there were lights up there and a few people kept coming up, it was just so nice and quiet."
Then as he went on you had to do a double take to ensure it was still your son talking. "Dad" he said wistfully "It was a lovely starry night and so quiet and peaceful up there, Julie just snuggled into me as we watched the moonlight dancing across the waves........... It was magic" he sighed.
You believed Lewis's explanation. Technically, you thought, he had probably breached your restriction but you'd watched their relationship develop beyond mere physical and sexual attraction to something much deeper. You'd seen how comfortable and relaxed they were in each others company and could understand their desire just to be together away from the crowd.
You saw no need to deploy your belt on this occasion but you were left with a dilemma. You'd socialised with Julia's parents and were pretty sure that if you shared your knowledge Julia's mother would go ballistic, Julia would likely to get roasted with her wooden spoon alternative whatever that was, and almost certainly her friendship with Lewis would summarily be ended.
You didn't want to risk that, the ruining of their holiday - but they are young, hormonal, immature and exhibiting all the symptoms of calf love .............. yet there are still six more days to go before they once again become separated by 3,000 miles of ocean.
What will you say/do?