Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Goin' Out To Cally – Part 47, Coveting Thy Neighbor’s Pool

When my family moved to Florida in 1971, my parents found a house in a new subdivision in the Shore Acres area of St. Petersburg. The house was one of the first to be constructed and was located on a small canal. As other houses started to spring up more and more people moved into our neighborhood. At night and on weekends we would play in the skeletal homes in various phases of construction.

We’d take our toy guns and make believe we were part of the army, like in the television shows Combat and Rat Patrol. We would collect the round metal discs that are punched out of electrical boxes and make believe they were money. We had a lot of fun as our neighborhood was built up around us.

When all of the construction was complete we ended up being in a neighborhood in which we would normally never afford to live. Soon after the houses became occupied, pools were put in and docks were built. Every house had a boat and some of the pools were screened in. Our back yard, on the other hand, consisted of the same thing that existed when we moved in… grass and a seawall. No pool, no dock, no boat.

One day, we complained to my dad about this. “Why can’t we have a pool?” we whined. My dad looked down at us with the eyes that showed he meant business and he said “Every single one of your friends has a pool. Go use theirs!”

Notice that EVERYONE has a pool and a dock but OUR house.

But dad didn’t understand. Sure everyone had a pool, but only SOME of them were really cool pools. Our next door neighbors, the Pearsons, had one of the best. It wasn’t screened in, but it had a really good diving board and was built so close to the house that, when the parents weren’t home, we would climb up onto the roof and jump into the pool.

That was fun!

Whenever all of the neighborhood kids wanted to go swimming, we immediately knew we wanted to go over to the Pearsons to play with their son Paul so we could swim in their cool pool. We’d get in our bathing suits, put on our flip flops, grab our goggles and put our towels around our necks and head over to Paul’s house. We’d knock on the door and Paul would open it to find us covered in swimming accoutrements. Without a word Paul would roll his eyes and sigh and say “I’ll meet you in back.”

We’d jump up and down and run around to the back yard, diving into the pool. We’d swim for hours, until the skin on our hands and feet were raw from getting in and out of the pool and running on the cement deck.

So, when Sunday offered to hit the pool at the San Francisco hotel, I felt very confident. I grew up on a pool… well, in my neighbor’s pools. If there was anyplace where I could recover my masculinity from the debacle of attempting stomach crunches for the first time, in chlorine water was where it would be.

Plus, I was going to get to see Sunday in a bathing suit. That was a bonus. Considering Sunday’s selection of tight fitting silky lingerie, I could only imagine what her style would be for swimwear… and imagine I did!

Would it be a revealing two piece, one showing a lot of cleavage? Or a thong? Or some combination of both?

I heard the door open and turned to see Sunday wearing a bathing suit I had never imagined.

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Part 47, (Text, Audio) - Part 46, (Text, Audio)
Part 45, (Text, Audio) - Part 44, (Text, Audio) - Part 43, (Text, Audio)

Part 42, (Text, Audio) - Part 41, (Text, Audio) Part 40, (Text, Audio)
Part 39, (Text, Audio) - Part 38, (Text, Audio) - Part 37, (Text, Audio)
Part 36, (Text, Audio) - Part 35, (Text, Audio) - Part 34, (Text, Audio)
Part 33, (Text, Audio) - Part 32, (Text, Audio) - Part 31, (Text, Audio)
Part 30, (Text, Audio) - Part 29, (Text, Audio) - Part 28, (Text, Audio)
Part 27, (Text, Audio) - Part 26, (Text, Audio) - Part 25, (Text, Audio)
Part 24, (Text, Audio) - Part 23, (Text, Audio) - Part 22, (Text, Audio)
Part 21, (Text, Audio) - Part 20, (Text, Audio) - Part 19, (Text, Audio)
Part 18, (Text, Audio) - Part 17, (Text, Audio) - Part 16, (Text, Audio)
Part 15, (Text, Audio) - Part 14, (Text, Audio) - Part 13, (Text, Audio)
Part 12 (Text, Audio) - Part 11 (Text, Audio) - Part 10 (Text, Audio)
Part 09, (Text, Audio) - Part 08, (Text, Audio) - Part 07 (Text, Audio)
Part 06 (Text, Audio) - Part 05 (Text, Audio) - Part 04 (Text, Audio)
Part 03 (Text, Audio) - Part 02 (Text, Audio) - Part 01 (Text, Audio)

2 comments:

Paul said...

Now you are making Mom and Dad really mad... No, not about our home life and our lack of a pool, but because you ended the blog where you did. Nice job.

c.a.b. said...

Darn you and your use of suspense.