Ahead on sidewalk, myself aside on grass on grass, my waves noticed theirs and theirs mine.

”They are of age” whispers the right side.

”You really wanna take that risk?!” diligent left retorts.

Ten paces past the crossing of our axes, the double peek^TM occurs.

They looked long enough to verify that their newfound exuberance was being wafted.

If I were an AFC, this verification would not have occurred.

The peek is seeking free validation without action. That may be a game the girls are willing to play, but admittedly I just played it, too. Not cool.

We are at a public family park in a state where age-of-consent=17. They looked more like 19 but could have been 16.

I’m 36 and piss confidence^(Uncle V).

If this were you, how do you neither provide nor seek free validation?