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     They were a beautiful family, the Lilly's, six strong. Tom, their father, had an exceptionally handsome, rectangular face, with bright, ivory-white skin. His small, sparkling eyes were more blue than green, and his well-placed nose, squat but not snug, displayed itself above a slightly stern yet casual looking mouth. Tom had a well-proportioned, well-shouldered, six-foot body, and these traits he passed on to all four of his children.

     Marsha, their mother, had big-bones and a fairly hardy backside. She'd inherited masculinity from her folks and stood a strong and athletic 5'6". Her orbs were hazel-colored and shone like saltwater jade. Although not classically beautiful, Mrs. Lilly did carry remarkably handsome quite well. 

     Byron, the oldest boy, had turned sixteen that June, during the summer of 1973. He'd inherited his dad's granite-colored, somewhat curly blond hair, which he kept bottom neck long.  Because of its waviness, the thick coiffure blossomed out like a mushroom cap, laying as lively straw upon his nicely shaped head.

     The next two, Mitchell and Marshall, boys but also identical twins, had in June turned fourteen. They were a bit taller and larger than their older brother but with the same broad-shouldered physiques. The twins had slightly reddish, brown hair like their mom, and like their dad, smallish peepers more blue than green. The twins were very coordinated, with quick hands and feet, and like Byron had picked up surfing well before their double digits.

     Anne, the youngest at 10 and only girl, had somehow come out of the womb as a flaxy towhead, both wavy and fine. She'd the best smile in the family, with dimple indents the size of thimbles. Sissy, as the boys called her, had emerald-green eyes, and a powerful, lanky figure. She could already keep up with her older brothers on the swells and held promise to be a future women's surfing champion.