Marco Polo, a fictional narrative essay

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, so afraid, so ashamed, so confused, so violated, so hurt. I fell into a light, restless sleep only to relive the moment through nightmares for the rest of the night.
It was a warm summer night, the kind when the sun doesn't set until after 7:00 PM. My younger brother Matthew and I decided that we wanted to go for a swim at the pool in our apartment building. We began swimming in the warm pool and enjoying the cool, gentle breeze slowly floating over the surface of the water. Matthew told me that he wanted to play "Marco Polo," but what fun is a game like that with only two people? Just as we were preparing to go get Nathan (my other brother) a man, who gave his name as Bob, and his son James appeared at the pool gate. They heard us discussing our Marco Polo dilemma and asked if they could engage in a friendly game with us. Never in my wildest dreams would I have suspected this man and his child would be anything but nice, respectable people. Th...