The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 16
Soaked in Nashville

I had put in for fifteen days leave beginning July 1st and to my mother's chagrin, it was the first time I didn't use it to go home at all. Jeff and Kris had asked me to stay with them the whole time, with Lisa's enthusiastic encouragement, because summer was moving on and soon my Lisa would be off to Stanford. I needed little encouragement to spend as much time with her as possible. Coming over on Saturdays was fine, but there was one weekend I had that dreaded Friday/Sunday C.Q. and missed it entirely. I told my parents I was sorry, but I'd be spending more time with them once Lisa had gone.

Meanwhile, Lisa was beginning to get excited. Oh, she was still upset about leaving me behind, but she and Kris had flown out to California for four days for freshman orientation, which was luckily during the week so we didn't miss another weekend together, and I could tell that after seeing the campus and meeting some of her freshman classmates that the pendulum had swung from dread and a little closer to anticipation. It wasn't that we stopped talking about an eventual future together. She just wanted to talk more and more about her immediate future, one that included a considerably smaller portion of me.

Not that she wasn't my affectionate little goofball who wouldn't be satisfied until the whole world knew I was her man anymore. We were still very much in love and hopelessly unable to say, No, to the other one for any reason. I was just used to being the sole thing on her mind. I wasn't anymore.

In hindsight, I realize now why her parents encouraged me to spend my summer leave there. They always said they were rooting for us to make it. However I think they knew what a strain the distance between us was going to create. (Technically after the whole Hanna thing I should have seen it too. Love is truly blind.) Either they thought us being together as much as possible then would get us through it later or they just thought we needed to spend as much time together as possible so when things eventually ended, we would have as many happy memories as possible.

Anyway, we were oblivious to their actual reasoning at the time. We just thought it was unbelievably cool that we were going to be able to spend two whole weeks together non-stop. The leave started with people thinking I was crazy. I spent all day with Lisa on the last day of June, which was on Saturday at the water slide, dam and swimming in Lori's motel pool until late. I got in the car, drove all the way back to Ft. Campbell for a few hours' sleep, got up on Sunday, officially signed out on leave and then drove back to meet them after church.

I'm officially all yours until 11:59 on the fifteenth, I told my sweetheart.

However will we pass the time? she asked me, fluttering her eyelashes.

I put her over my shoulder, church dress and all, and ran around the house and jumped in the pond with her. Lisa laughed and screamed the whole way. Kris chewed me out over that, but our only punishment was being forced to eat Sunday dinner dripping outside on the deck. Kris never told Lisa to change and she swam with me in that pretty blue wrap-around dress the rest of the afternoon.

I didn't get much sleep that night. Someone came down and paid me a visit after everyone else had gone to bed, and then I was up just before dawn for the exclusive early morning swim party. Lisa told me it was an honor to be out there during the week as a guy. Kris and Jeff often came out on weekends by themselves, but the weekday mornings had sort of become reserved for Kris, Connie and Lisa since in the summer months, Jeff was out the door early to open the Feed and Seed and farm supply he operated as part of his Ace Hardware. It made for long days during the week, but as Jeff firmly believed in Rank has its privileges, he let his people run everything on weekends as long as there was no pressing need for him to be there.

Connie hadn't bothered to match her swimwear, going in the pond in a very hot pink bra and multicolored striped boy shorts. Kris and Lisa both coordinated theirs on the other hand with Kris in a gray set with proper panties



and Lisa wearing a white satiny bra with bikini panties.



I was wearing a pair of red boxer briefs that the water had turned a deep shade of carmine.

Connie and Kris were sitting on the floating dock, kicking up big splashes with their legs and laughing. I was floating Lisa on her back in my arms while we gazed at each other.

You know, I began, watching mother and daughter both acting like little kids, I've noticed your mom hasn't bothered with the housecoat the last few times I've been here.

That's because you've seen her without it, Lisa replied with a giggle. She twisted herself out of my arms and stood facing me in the water with our arms around each other. She doesn't see the point of wearing it now. My mom isdifferent, she said with a dramatic pause.

So, if I saw her naked, she'd walk around me with no clothes? I kidded.

Don't laugh, Lisa replied. You're not far off of the truth.

Even though it was early, just after dawn in fact, and I was all wet, I started feeling hot. Maybe I'd better head back in, I suggested, starting to turn toward the bank.

Hold on! Lisa said, keeping a firm grip on my hand. Let me explain. My mom is still in love with my dad and isn't about to stop. But she's just a little bitsubmissivewhere men are concerned, especially men close to the family.

I don't quite understand what you mean, I said.

Let me put it this way, Lisa replied. She knows you love me and only me, but it's no secret you kind of like the way all three of us look, right?

Is it that obvious? I asked, hanging my head a little.

Lisa snickered. Very obvious, she replied. It doesn't bother us. Mom and Connie are both flattered by it. And Mom, Connie and I all want you to enjoy it. Once Mom knew you weren't uncomfortable seeing the way we slept, she was more than happy to let you see her that way. What harm can it cause as long as we all respect the boundaries. It means she and Connie really trust you too! Understand now?

I think so, I said. How does the naked part fit in?

Lisa slugged my arm and looked at me sideways. Fine. Don't expect them to do a strip tease for you or anything, but if you happened to see her or Connie accidentally and it looked like you enjoyed it or at least it didn't bother you, they wouldn't worry about being covered up from then on. Just don't you go trying to see them!

I promise, I said with my right hand up.

Good, Lisa replied, giving me one of her affectionate wet kisses. Let's get some more swimming in before my brothers are up.

That day was also special for us because we'd planned a double date with Connie and Bret to Opryland. For those of you who weren't born before the nineties, the Opryland complex wasn't always a shopping mall and a huge hotel. The hotel was there, but there once was a theme park and in 1984 it was going strong.

Lisa, Connie and I were all a bit bleary-eyed when Bret arrived that morning. We all used the excuse that we didn't sleep well because we were excited about going to the amusement park. We were sworn to secrecy about the real reason.

With Jeff already up early and in his store, that left that was going to leave Bobby, Mike and Charlie home with their mother. The brothers were kind of whiny about their sisters going without them.

When you all have jobs and cars and driver's licenses, you can go and leave all of them behind, Kris told them.

Are we taking the Mercury? Lisa asked.

Why? My car gets better mileage, I replied.

Yeah, but the Mercury's seats fold down! Connie said with a wink.

Ah-ha, I said. We took the Mercury.

Lisa and I decided to step up our game. I wore a blue Hawaiian shirt with red orchids, solid red jams that went to the knee, (they would call them board shorts today) and a new pair of black canvas oxfords. Lisa wore a very eighties mini-dress. It was t-shirt type cotton, very pink, and sleeveless except for little flaps over the shoulders. It drew up at the waist with elastic and clung kind of tightly to her hips. She also wore leather flip-flop sandals.

Connie saw how Lisa was dressing and I guess tried to imitate her. She had on a teal mini-skirt made of the same t-shirt cotton material, a bright yellow racerback tank with her dark turquoise satiny bra spaghetti straps sticking out, and leather strappy sandals.

Bret was the only one who wouldn't get out of the country. He was a farm boy and was hardly in anything but Levi's any time I ever saw him. He also wore a plain black t-shirt, a Massey-Ferguson ball cap and high-top converse.

There was a chance of thunderstorms in the forecast that day, but that is about par for the course for the country's mid-section in the summer. We didn't worry about umbrellas, ponchos or anything like that.

Lisa let me drive so, as always, she could slide over next to me. As we cruised along I-40 at the breakneck speed of fifty-five miles an hour, (Who all remembers that speed limit on the freeway?), Lisa and I started hearing a little whimpering and moaning from the back seat. Connie was squeezed up close to Bret and I could tell what was going on from the faces I saw her making in the rearview mirror.

Neither of us looked back. I figured, why should Connie have all the fun? My hand was around Lisa's waist, but I started walking with my fingers down her skirt until I got to the hem and started slowly pulling it up. Lisa leaned her head back and gave me an upside down, naughty boy expression, but then said, Go ahead, flipping her eyebrows. She even raised up a little so I could get her skirt pulled all the way up in the back. Her bikini panties were easy to pull to the side and slip a finger in. Then somewhere near Hurricane Mills, Lisa made it really obvious what I was doing. The best was yet to come anyway.

We made it to Nashville and Opryland. It was hot and the sun was still out when we got there. We hit some rides and then got lunch. By the time we got in line for one of their signature attractions, The Grizzly River Rampage, the humidity was oppressive and it was starting to cloud over.

We had decided on the whitewater rafting ride because it was so hot and humid. We had seen people getting off and they looked like they had been splashed a little, but not soaked. Well no one other than small children who were so short that the waves that came in the boat were over their heads. It was a forty minute wait though. Even with the overhead fans running, it was still pretty oppressive. Normally if we did anything like this, Lisa and I would be hanging off each other. Today we kept our distance and were using anything we could for a fan.

We also didn't notice how the clouds were increasing as we stood in line or how the wind was picking up. We finally loaded into a boat together. The loading area was under roof, so we didn't realize that a light rain had started until we were already out the door.

Ah, we're gonna get wet anyway, Connie said.

The boat held ten and we were sharing it with a couple and two girls, all dressed a little too nicely for a day at a theme park, but that's none of my business. Two of the seats were empty.

The first bump we hit soaked all of our shoes.

Aren't those leather? I asked Lisa, pointing at her sandals.

They've been wet before. They'll live, she replied.

The circuit the boat ride took was roughly rectangular with a few spots where it turned into the center and then switched back out again. The rain was getting us wet around the shoulders and our bottom halves were getting splashed by the bumps if we happened to be at the front when we hit them.

They should pass out ponchos for this ride, the mother who was trying to shelter one of the little girls from the water said. She was not enjoying the ride but the kids looked like they were having a ball, especially when one particular wave splashed over both of them soaking their sundresses with the yellow and white checks and the little yellow ducks completely through.

Oh, no! the mother groaned. The dad just sort of shook his head. I guess that's how you learn to deal with high maintenance.

However, on the low maintenance side of the boat, I was sitting on the far left of our group with Lisa right next to me. Then there was an opening to get in and out and Connie was on the other side of that with Bret beyond her. Both girls would shriek and then giggle when a wave would splash between them.

We were all pretty wet by that point, but the best soaking of the day would not come from the ride itself. The final leg of the ride turned us primarily toward the west for a while before making the final turn to go back up the conveyor into the station. Since you're sort of down in a canyon for most of the ride, you can't see out the sides very well so before we made that turn into the last leg, we couldn't see to the west. We made the turn and here it came. If you're a Wetgalfan follower and a Darcie fan, you remember her describing the wall of rain coming toward them at Karen's wedding. That was what was coming at us.

Oh, God! I heard the mom complain. She was wearing a red and white striped golf shirt with a red collar, a Cincinnati Reds ball cap with her blond ponytail stuck out the back, (which despite how uptight she seemed, I found very cute), a pair of Navy blue cuffed walking shorts and the genuine Top Siders deck shoes, which were already soaked through. Her husband was wearing Top Siders himself, tan Bermuda shorts and a Madras plaid oxford shirt. The little girls, who were soaked to the skin by this point anyway, (and still having a ball), had some Disney character sneakers on with their sundresses.

Lisa and Connie both started to squeal and Bret and I just laughed. We couldn't stay dry with these two if our lives depended on it.

Well the rain hit us, and all eight of us may as well have jumped out of the boat and gone swimming. To add insult to injury, Lisa and I were at the front when we hit the final bump, the biggest one of the ride. A wave washed over both of our heads. She and I just about had hemorrhages laughing.

A single bolt of lightning flashed which triggered everything that followed. In the theme park industry, lightning closes the place down. The station for this ride was a large covered conveyor that loaded or unloaded four boats at once. We saw boats starting to pile up behind the lift conveyor which was stopped and not taking any more boats in. Then we noticed that the water was slowing down. One of the kids running the ride panicked when the lightning struck and hit the e-stop. They had four fully loaded boats sitting on the conveyor to send out, six waiting on the lift conveyor in the rain with people waiting to get off and I don't know how many more like us just bobbing around in the water in rain that felt like we were taking showers. Yes, it was that hard.

I pulled Lisa over to me and she just snuggled up tight. This sort of thing was fun to her. I liked stuff like this too, but being with her just made it even better. I was soaked through my underwear at this point. So was everyone else. The top of Lisa's mini-dress showed off the outline of her bra that looked a lot like the one she wore in the pond that morning. Connie's bra was clearly visible through the yellow tank too.

Our fellow passengers looked like drowned rats, at least the couple. The girls were laughing and pounding their feet in the water standing in the bottom of the boat. They were sitting across the loading/unloading opening from me and I had to snicker at the fun they were having.

Girls, settle down, their mom yelled through the downpour. She looked like she was going to cry.

Then Lisa started it. Singing at the top of her lungs, she started belting out: Raindrops are falling on my head

Of course Connie, Bret and I had to join in: ...but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon by turning red!

How can you be enjoying this? the mom said. I saw her husband actually start to laugh when we all started singing. At least one of them didn't have a very long rod stuck up someplace.

We're not going anywhere anytime soon, Lisa replied. We're already wet. What difference does it make?

Yeah, what difference does it make? Bret said and kicked water up off the floor of the boat at Lisa who yelped. He got both of us so we both kicked it back at him.

I have to interject that it was still raining cats and dogs at this point. Actually I think it had moved on to horses and cows.

Connie was caught in our cross fire, so she joined with Bret, splashing Lisa and me.

And of course that over shot us and splashed the two little girls who squealed with childlike delight. At least somebody in that family knew how to have fun.

The little girls weren't taking it lying down either. They bent over and started splashing back at us, getting me mostly since I was the closest. I retaliated. Remember, this was back in the eighties when you could have innocent fun with little kids and people didn't assume you were a kidnapper or a molester or something. Here I am a father today who raised three kids and I'd be scared to death to play with someone's kid I didn't know like that. What a shame.

Anyway, the mom yelled at all of us: Stop splashing them! Karen, Scarlett! Cut that out!

We were all taking showers with our clothes on. We were going to be sitting here a while longer. They were sending empty boats out of the station and bringing others on the conveyor in, but they hadn't got the water running again. There was nothing to get us on the conveyor. Yet she was worried about us splashing her kids and them splashing us.

I saw the husband shake his head. He'd had enough. Oh for Christ's sake! Lighten up! he exclaimed and swooped his hand down into the standing water and splashed his wife right in the face.

That took her by surprise. She really looked shocked. She took a deep huffy breath, and then I guess the absurdity and utter futility of the situation finally hit her.

Oh, you did not just do that! she said and for the first time since she'd gotten on the ride, I saw a smile come across her face. She reached down and let her husband and little girls have it and even got me. That gave Lisa and me cause to go after her and for the next ten minutes until they finally got the water running and got us out of there, we had one bodacious water fight!

Other stranded boats saw us splashing each other like idiots and laughing like hyenas and started their own water fights. All eight of us let out a collective Aw! when we felt the water start pushing us again.

Oh, look at this! she said, laughing in spite of herself as we travelled up the conveyor. Her cotton golf shirt was plastered to her textured bra and it even showed through the white stripes.

Look at us! Lisa said and she and Connie held out their arms to highlight how their bras did the same. Lisa's bra and matching panties were both textured, but at least you couldn't see it through her skirt until she took the seatbelt off and we got off the ride.

People in line were waiting out the storm inside the loading building. Some of them were laughing as each boat of bedraggled drowned rats was unloaded. What looked like three couples was laughing hard as we passed by them on our way out. I had my arm around Lisa and I swung her around so we both faced them.

We didn't know you got wet on this ride, I deadpanned. Lisa gave it away with that infectious laugh of hers. I gave her a kiss and we continued our way out.

Enjoy the rest of your day! the little girls' mom said as we parted at the end of the exit ramp out of the station.

You too! I replied and we all waved.

The mom grabbed each girl's hand and they walked out into the downpour all shouting, Rain, rain, go away! Come again another day!

Their dad chuckled and followed them.

We were walking through the rain and trying to find something open after the one bolt of lightning shut everything down, when I said to Lisa, This must have been what it was like.

What what was like? she asked.

Being stuck in the back of the truck after church that time, I replied.

You remembered me telling you that story? She sounded surprised.

Of course, I said. I remember every funny, goofy thing you've ever done or talked about doing.

A serendipitous coincidence was about to happen. We were approaching an eating place with covered outdoor seating. People were huddled under it. However, the slanted roofs had no gutters and water was just pouring off of them.

Oh, well, remember this then, Lisa said.

She walked right under the water pouring off the roof. Bret and I laughed and Connie shrieked. People in the seating area either laughed or looked at her like she was crazy. Well, we couldn't let her do it alone. I fell in step right behind her, Connie behind me and Brett bringing up the rear. It was like being under a waterfall, the closest I ever got to being under one for real with Lisa.

The rain eventually slowed up to a steady shower with no lightning. Rides started opening back up and being soaking wet was a small price to pay for having the place practically to ourselves after most of the crowd gave up and bailed. We even ran into our friends from the River Rampage a few more times who also figured if they were already wet, they may was well just play in the rain.

No crowd meant no lines and no lines meant we got through the park pretty fast and had done just about all we wanted to by dinner time. Instead of paying park food prices again, we got our hands stamped in case we decided to come back and got fast food at the drive-thru instead of going into the A/C soaking wet and freezing.

The rain kept coming and going. It would stop for a little bit and then pick right back up again.

Too bad there's no place to swim like this around here, Connie remarked, gesturing to her drenched top and skirt. I guess she was thinking, and probably correctly, that even beaches would be closed on a washout day like this.

Well, I sort of know of one, if you're really interested, I said.

Recall back to one of the early chapters and I mentioned J. Percy Priest Lake and the little fishing area right next to the dam.

Well, take us there, city boy, my Lisa said snuggled up against me. I'm in no hurry to get dry.

We weren't very far away and it only took me a few minutes to get there. We were the only car in the parking lot. It was starting to get dark already because it was so cloudy. We stood in the lot in a light rain, looking at the water.

You sure we won't get in trouble swimming here? Lisa asked. This isn't McKenzie.

I don't see 'No Swimming' posted anywhere, Bret commented.

I came here a lot last summer, I said. The police would drive through but never ran anyone out.

How many girls did you bring here, Jim? Connie teased.

None, I replied. Tried to pick up a few!

Lisa playfully slugged me in the arm. Jim!

Notice he said, 'Tried', Bret said.

I looked down at Lisa. She was hanging on my arm and was a bedraggled mess with rain-soaked hair and drenched clothes and I couldn't believe how absolutely wonderful she was. She still had a playful smirk on her face over the picking up girls remark.

Those days are over, I said, eliciting a giggle from her.

They better be, she said, slipping around behind me and making it obvious she wanted to climb on piggy-back.

I let her jump up and she shouted, HI HO CITY BOY! INTO THE LAKE!

I took a couple of running steps and Connie let out a shriek and jumped on Bret the same way. We charged into the water with the girls on our backs squealing all the way until I got deep enough to go under and dove in, taking Lisa with me. I never saw exactly how Bret dumped Connie in the water, but since they popped back up sputtering and laughing an instant after we did, I assume he did something similar with her.

We'd been soaked to the skin all day and a little chilly, so jumping into the warm lake water felt really good. The bottom was a little on the rocky side, but we were fine with our shoes on. They were just as soaked as the rest of us before we even went in, so we couldn't hurt them anymore.

We were in water up to our thighs, so it was just a few inches over the hems of the girls' skirts. Lisa's mini-dress was a wet vision, the t-shirt-type cotton clinging to every contour of her and every texture of the proper bra and panties she wore underneath, even more than before thanks to being immersed. Connie's ribbed tank had been transparent and showing off her bra all afternoon. The show improved with her skirt clinging to every detail of the bikini panties inside it. I didn't feel as self-conscious looking now that I knew that Lisa didn't really care.

Bret got tired of the jeans and announced he was getting out of them. He lost the shirt too and swam in gray briefs, staying deep enough so that people driving by on Bell Road who happened to look down wouldn't notice. Lisa smirked and started unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it down my arms. I responded by pulling her dress off over her head and revealing that she was indeed wearing bra and panties identical to what she'd worn to our private little underwear party that morning. I wasn't getting away with that though, Lisa pulled my shorts down to show off my teal boxer briefs with gray trim, not that I resisted any.

Fine! Connie exclaimed. She presented herself to Bret with her arms raised to lift her tank top over her head. He then got her skirt off and we could see her bikini briefs matched her bra and were the same dark turquoise. Although soaking wet, and in the low light, they almost looked black.

As it got a little darker, swimming became simply making out in the water. It was raining harder again, with huge drops splattering us and splashing into the lake all around us. It was so erotic! Lisa was massaging my cock though my underwear and I was massaging her pussy though hers.

Bret and Connie waded onto the shore. Car's unlocked, right? Bret asked over his shoulder.

Sure is! I said. Have fun!

Connie flipped us the bird behind her back.

Tell me, Lisa began with a very hot and saucy look on her face, Which do you prefer, seeing me in wet clothes or seeing me in wet underwear?

That's easy, I responded. Wet clothes and then stripped to wet underwear!

We were enjoying a rather passionate kiss when I saw headlights turn into the lot. A Nashville Metro patrol car pulled down to the end of the parking lot and shined its spotlight on Lisa and me out in the lake in the pouring rain. I hoped Bret and Connie weren't visible in the back of the wagon.

We both waved. Luckily we were in water deep enough that only our shoulders were visible so the officer couldn't tell that I was swimming in boxer briefs and Lisa's bikini top was really her bra. The officer turned off her spotlight and flashed her high beams.

Just making sure you were all right, she called over her loudspeaker.

We waved again and she said, Be careful. Have a nice evening, and then backed up, turned around and left without bothering to shine the light in the big Mercury. I guess she figured we were the sole occupants of the one car in the lot. Lucky for Bret and Connie they didn't have it rocking!

A few minutes after the patrol car had gone, Bret and Connie got out of the wagon and waded back into the lake.

You want a turn? Connie asked teasingly.

In fact, I did, very much so! Lisa giggled as I swept her up into my arms and carried her out of the lake toward the old Mercury. The rain was pouring again. It wasn't storming or windy, just a hard rain. I was tempted to just take her over to one of the picnic tables and do her right there in the downpour. Had we been a bit more isolated, like not right next to Bell Road, I probably would have.

I set her down next to the car and we kicked our shoes off, but we didn't get in right away. We just stood there in the pouring rain, kissing in our underwear.

I wish this rain would never stop, Lisa said softly. It's so hot just being out in it with you. I love you so much!

I looked at her face looking at me. Her hair was drenched of course and going in all directions and water was pouring over her face. I love you too, I replied. I'd stay out in the rain forever if it meant we were together.

I opened the back and let us in. Connie and Bret had folded everything down and spread out several blankets that were still left over from the camping trip. I undid her wet bra and slipped off her panties and she pulled off my underwear.

I don't need any 'fooling around,' Lisa gasped. I just want you inside me!

There was an invitation I couldn't pass up. Risking the cop coming back and seeing us sitting up, we tried the position where we face each other and she kind of sits on my spread open legs. Was that ever great! She came once before I even got going very much. It was fine with me. It got her worked up enough that when we came together later, she was screaming my name. Not bad for being chilly and wet.

We put our underwear back on and went back to swim with Connie and Bret a while longer. Then the lack of sleep started to catch up to Lisa and me and to a lesser extent Connie, who only missed sleep by getting up early for our dawn underwear party. Brett didn't understand why we were all so tired but he offered to drive back.

We didn't even bother getting dressed. Our clothes had been piled on the shore and were soaked and covered in sand. We all just went home in our wet underwear and wrapped in the blankets that were in the back. Lisa and I snuggled together under one in the back seat and Connie slide over next to Bret under another in the front. It was strange driving with the heater going in July, but by the time we finally left Nashville, it had cooled off to the point that being all wet was uncomfortable if you weren't in the warm water anymore. We just didn't notice it until we stopped swimming and moving around. Lisa fell asleep in my arms almost immediately and I dozed off and didn't wake up until we pulled into Lisa and Connie's driveway. It was very late and everyone had gone to bed. Kris had left us a note saying she'd be ready to go swimming at five o'clock for anyone who was interested. I loved this family!

Connie went upstairs and left Lisa and me in the kitchen. Got room in that single bed for me? she asked.

Aren't you tired? I asked back.

I am, she replied, but that doesn't mean I don't want to wake up next to you!

What will everyone say? I pondered.

Pretty sure Mom and Dad know where I do most of my sleeping when you're here and we'll have been swimming and back inside already before my brothers get up, she replied.

But still I started to protest.

Look, Mom said she'd be down at five, Lisa said. We'll just get up earlier and be waiting for her. O.K?

It sounded like the perfect plan, but once we got downstairs, we discovered what we thought was the one flaw: Lisa would have nothing to wear in the morning except the same bra and panties she had on that were still damp and smelled like J. Percy Priest Lake. However she saw a laundry basket of clean stuff left for her to take to her room that contained the same bra and panties she'd worn swimming the previous morning and we thought we were home free. Come back for Chapter 17 and see if we were right.