The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 3
The Damsel in Distress

(Wetgalfan's note: I've made a point to stress that a lot of these stories is embellishment to make them interesting. A word of warning that while this one is based on a real event, a lot of the story came from my imagination and what I wished I had done when I had the opportunity. Just enjoy it.)

I didn't spend every weekend of the summer of 1983 at home. There was a lot to see and do in the area around Fort Campbell, Kentucky, especially for someone who liked being outside and in the water. There were the twin lakes of Lake Cumberland and Lake Barkley and lots of attractions around them both in Kentucky and Tennessee. In Ft. Campbell's biggest gateway community, Clarksville, Tennessee, there was the county fairgrounds that served as a park the rest of the year when the fair wasn't going on and its rope swing that dropped you into the Cumberland River. Then of course, there was Nashville with its myriad of activities. Opryland theme park was still open then and there were two water parks that are still there along with an old-style concrete slide that isn't. Finally there was J. Percy Priest Lake, home to one of the water parks, then called Hermitage Landing and now called Nashville Shores. However across the lake from the water park there was a fishing and observation park that many simply used as a swimming hole. The park is still there and you can find it on Google Maps but I have no idea if they still allow swimming. It was totally unguarded and unsanctioned, but the Nashville police often cruised through back in those days just to make sure no one was getting too rowdy and then drove on.

Assuming the weather improved and this pouring rain stopped, that park was going to be my eventual destination that August Saturday in 1983 for an early evening swim after girl-watching in the mall and perhaps a trip to that old concrete waterslide that had no dress code and would allow me to ride in my cut off shorts and printed t-shirt. However I never made it. I wasn't in a great hurry that day so instead of I-24 I was headed to Nashville via US 41-A. I was using the bypass which skipped Clarksville proper and swung around the west and south sides of town past the aforementioned fairgrounds, a few rednecky homes and also some very high-end housing additions.

The rain was coming down in sheets and I was questioning my resolve to make the hour drive to Music City. I was following behind a couple of real Bubba looking characters in a lifted four-by-four pickup over a hill when something on the side of the road caught my attention. It was someone struggling to remove something from the rear of a late-model GM station wagon. As the truck neared the wagon, I could tell it was a woman. She straightened up and waved her arms over her head to flag one of us down. I hope God forgives me for laughing because Bubba and Billy Bob in the truck just drove past and split the water that had settled at the bottom of the hill wide open and the poor lady disappeared in the deluge. I slowed down to stop and I hope she didn't see me because her wide-eyed look of shock standing their soaking wet to the bone was the funniest thing I had seen all week! I pulled over in front of her and turned on the flashers and composed myself before stepping out of the Impala into the downpour.

What's wrong? I called to her as I walked back. She was looking down at herself in disgust because now in addition to being soaking wet, her bright blue golf shirt and white tennis shorts were splattered with mud and road grit. I was getting soaked pretty quickly myself. My shirt was drenched already from my shoulders to my chest and the wet line was working its way down. Water was also running from the fringe on my shorts legs.

I have a flat! she said, shaking her head.

She did indeed! The rim of her left rear tire was completely on the ground on what I recognized was an early eighties Buick Estate Wagon, a luxury family hauler equivalent in its status to a GMC Yukon Denali or a Lincoln Navigator today. However she was the only one there, no family at the time.

Can you help me? she begged. I don't know which way is up with this stuff!

Sure! I replied. I had been taught to never leave a lady in distress. I saw that she had the spare tire cover open and had been struggling with getting the compact spare out when she tried to flag down the guys in the truck who nailed her. Having a '77 Chevy Impala coupe myself and my father having a '79 Caprice sedan, I was familiar with how everything worked with the spare in the trunk, but it took me a second to figure out how to remove everything from the spare tire carrier in the wagon's back end.

She noticed the water beating me in the back and said, I don't have an umbrella but if you do, I can hold it for you. I can't get any wetter than I am now!

It was true. She looked like she had just come from a swing on that rope I mentioned earlier into the somewhat muddy Cumberland. Her golf shirt was plastered to the outline of her bra and water poured from the shirt and her tennis shorts in steady streams. She looked to be a bit older than me, late twenties or maybe thirty, but she had a pretty face and was my type too brunette and petite. I felt my shorts tightening up. Why did she have to be totally bedraggled with her eye shadow starting to run too? It was nearly too much for my nineteen-year-old hormones to bear!

I did have an umbrella, but I was pretty far gone myself by that point as I found the tire iron and came around to pry off the hub cap and loosen the lug nuts. I also felt a bit of comradery with her getting soaked too. I'd intended to end up that way later anyway.

Nah, don't worry about it. I replied. The rain doesn't feel all that bad.

It was a warm summer rain, the kind that always seems to fall in the Darcie stories.

Those guys in the truck were jerks, weren't they? I said to make conversation while I loosened the nuts.

Redneck ass holes is what they were, she muttered and quickly added, Oh, I'm sorry for cursing!

I'm from the fort, I replied. I've heard a lot worse, and then I introduced myself.

Sorry again. Where are my manners? she replied. I'm Madalyn, but all my friends call me Maddie.

I sloshed to the back of her car, feeling water squish out of my totally drenched nylon jogging shoes and felt the pouring rain water soak through my shorts and finally saturate my underwear, the last clothing item with any dryness left. Now we shared being soaking wet. I removed the jack and assembled it and started to lift the rear bumper.

What brings you out on an awful day like this? she asked with an almost flirtatious air about her.

Well, I was headed to Nashville, but I guess that's out now, I replied, pulling my sopping wet t-shirt away from where it had plastered itself to my stomach with an audible slurping noise.

Oh! I am so sorry! I ruined your plans! she declared, grabbing my arm and letting a heavy southern drawl slip out that I hadn't heard before.

Don't worry, I repeated. I was just going to the mall to girl-watch anyway. I didn't tell her that at the moment I thought she was hotter standing there destroyed than any made up teen or twenty-something I would have seen in the mall. Besides, my mother would club me over the head if she ever found out that I left a lady sitting on the side of the road in the rain.

Well you tell her I said she certainly raised a gentleman, Maddie said, giving my shoulder a gentle and affectionate rub that sent a definite tingle down my spine.

At that moment, a van driven by a couple of teenagers raced past us and split the puddle, hammering us with water and leaving us dripping mud and covered in road grit. We looked at each other, stunned for a second, and then burst out laughing. (Sound familiar? Now you know where this came from!)

Like they could get us any wetter, I quipped.

Yeah, Maddie said and then turning toward the highway yelled, BRING IT ON!

Still, it was kind of close, I remarked. I've got some flares.

I turned toward the Impala and Maddie followed in step right behind me. The puddle had gotten larger and to get there we had to wade through water over the tops of both our feet, soaking through my jogging shoes and tube socks and Maddie's red canvas laced boat shoes and anklet socks. I got the flares and we waded right back through.

As I set them, I asked her, So why are you out on this wonderful day?

Before I tell you, remember; you asked, she warned.

And so I was treated to the story of why Maddie was out that day and how she came to be disabled on the side of the road. I had guessed right. She was thirty-years-old. She had been married for eight years to a pretty successful businessman in Clarksville and they had two kids, six and four, hence the station wagon. However her husband had just filed for divorce and moved out a month prior because he met a younger woman. Their divorce was still proceeding, but he had already agreed to give her the house, her car and custody of the kids with visitation. She had taken them to the apartment he was renting near Austin Peay University in town, (where his girlfriend was still a student), and while Maddie was there, he had demanded her wedding ring back. It had upset her so much that when she left, she smacked the curb with the tire. It must have badly blistered it because it blew out before she even made it back home.

I have to admit that I am glad I was getting poured on when you pulled up so you wouldn't see that I'd been crying the whole time I was driving, she admitted.

Being in my fifties now, I would probably be better equipped with something to say. However then I was a nineteen-year-old Private First Class on the list for promotion to Specialist Four, but I was still a kid. I was struggling for something to say when a guy in a box truck saved me by racing through the puddle and plastering both of us with more water, mud and road grit. By this point I was squatted down putting the nuts back on and Maddie was squatted down next to me. We both broke up laughing and she threw her arms around me in a hug. I lost my balance and we both fell over in the puddle, still laughing nearly to the point of tears.

I still had to finish getting the lug nuts on, lower the car, tighten the nuts and put everything back. In the time it took me to do that, three more new vehicles splashed us and the original redneck ass holes, as Maddie called them, nailed us coming back the other way. It became a joke to us. We could tell by the sound of the tires whether someone was slowing down to go through the puddle cautiously or they were going to split it like a madman and let us have it. When someone was the latter, we both turned and yelled and made faces at them. They were going to nail us anyway. We may as well get something out of it!

I got the towel I was going to use if I made it to the water slide and lake and wiped down the back end of Maddie's wagon before I closed it up. I looked at her in the rain, mud splattering her hair, face and clothes and knowing I looked just as good and wondered what might have been. You're all set! Guess I'm heading back to the barracks for a shower.

No you're not! she shot back. You're coming home with me! You're getting a good meal and I am going to wash your clothes!

Really, Maddie, you don't have to go to all the troub

Now I insist! she interrupted. Don't trying arguing. My mother would club me if I didn't take care of you proper after everything you did for me! she said, turning my earlier statement around on me.

Well she raised you right too, I said, giving in. I didn't get much home cooking unless I went home to see my folks. My battalion actually had some really good cooks and I was pretty good friends with a few of them, but there was something special about something made just for you. Lead on, I added.

I followed her a few more miles along the bypass until she turned off onto Ashland City Road and followed it for about two miles and then turned into a very nice subdivision of large homes. We made several turns onto different curvy streets and with the rain still coming down, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to have her lead me back to the highway when it was time to leave. She turned into the drive of a large two-story Tudor-style home. The double garage door went up and she pulled the big wagon inside. I stopped in the driveway. Maddie walked out into the rain and up to my window as if the sun was beaming down. She was such a marvelous mess splattered with mud and grit.

Pull on inside. There's plenty of room! she told me.

I did as she said. At least if it was still raining when I left after my clothes were dry, I wouldn't get wet again. Maddie closed the door behind our cars and led me into a mud room. It had three doors, the garage door, one that led to the kitchen and one that went out of the back of the house to a swimming pool. She grabbed a fluffy towel from a rack next to that door and handed it to me and took one for herself.

Lucky we have a pool with these towels right her so we don't drip all through the house, she said. Maybe if the weather gets better we can go for a swim. I'm sure I can find you something to wear in Mike's stuff he left here.

I wasn't bold enough to say that as long as we were wet, we may as well go out there now and swim in the rain like a couple of idiots, but I sure was thinking it. True that we were covered in mud and road grit, but hosing each other down would take care of that.

We sponged as much water out of our clothes into the towels as we could and took our sopping shoes and socks off. Then she led me barefoot into the kitchen.

I bet you'd love a shower right now, she said. I mean other than the one we both just got! Come on with me. You can used ouruh, my master suite shower

It was unreal. Master suites like this one are pretty common in homes now, but back then this was considered extravagant. There was a huge garden tub that could easily accommodate two people with plenty of room to be silly. There was also an enormous walk-in shower that was tile on two sides, opaque glass on the third and open on the fourth. A raised tile lip kept the water from running all over the bathroom.

Towels are right here, she said, gesturing to another rack stuffed with luxurious fluffy towels. Leave your clothes there and I'll grab them and put them in the washer before I get in the other shower. I promise I won't peek. And I'll leave a robe on the bed.

If it doesn't sound too crazy, I began, I think I'll wear these in the showerat first anyway. It'll rinse off the grit and most of the mud before they go in the washer. I knew it sounded strange, but I might never get a chance to take a clothed shower in something this nice ever again.

It doesn't sound crazy, she said. It sounds practical to me. Have fun!

I have to admit, after the connection we seemed to find out there changing her flat tire in the pouring rain and after she invited me home, I had a couple of Dear Penthouse fantasies. But when she left the bathroom, I resigned myself to believing that she was just being nice and I was just here to get my clothes washed and dried and a nice hot lunch. Maybe she just made friends easily and being flirty was just her nature.

I started the shower and stepped under the water. It was a very large rain shower head and I let myself get lost in it. It felt good to feel the mud and grit rinsing away even though I had enjoyed getting pelted with it. I hadn't been uncomfortable out in the warm rain, but being soaked in the air conditioned house was a little chilly so the warm water felt great. Had I not been so lost in the luxury, I might have heard the floor creak as someone cautiously stepped across it. However I didn't realize I wasn't alone until I felt a hand slip up inside my shirt and up my back.

Maddie? I exclaimed, spinning around. She was right there under the shower with me, still wearing the golf shirt and tennis shorts. The shirt plastered to the outline of her bra again thanks to the fresh drenching from the water pouring from above. What the?

Shhhh she shushed with one finger over a sly grin. Here's the deal. I can just wash your clothes and feed you if you want. Orif you promise that this is all there will ever be between us, you can stay here until tomorrow and I will do absolutely anything you like.

I made some sort of a gasping noise and managed to say simply, Iuh

Really? Having that much trouble deciding? Let me help you!

Maddie put her arms around my neck and pressed her lips up against mine under the cascading water. I felt her lips part and her tongue knock on the door and ask permission to greet mine which I immediately granted. I slid one hand into the small of her back inside her shirt and the other cradled the back of her head and pulled her tight into me. So, I was going to be used to get back at her husband. He left her for someone my age, so she was going to let me have her any way I wanted, and hopefully in ways he never thought of, as long as once she got it out of her system, I forgot about her. I was fine with that.

She pulled back and got nose-to-nose with me with water pouring over our faces. Mmmm, good answer. She purred.

I might need to get something from my car, I cautioned. Since that night with Mary Beth, I realized the importance of being prepared. What I needed was in my wallet. When I knew I was going to get soaking wet helping her, I left my wallet in the glove box. It was still there.

She knew what I meant. Don't worry. I know my body and we're fine, she assured me. Unless there is something you need to tell me.

It was my turn to understand what she meant. Soldiers were known for frequenting the bars on 41-A and the professional ladies therein and often needed to visit the doctor a day or two later. That wasn't me though. No, I'm fine, I said. Mary Beth had been the last girl I'd been with and then my didn't end well girlfriend before that. I wasn't a horn dog. I also assumed this wasn't something she made a habit of either.

Good, she gasped. I don't want there to be any reason we don't completely enjoy each other as many times as we want.

She reached for the buttons on her golf shirt and I stopped her hand. Not just yet. I kind of like the way you look right now.

Oh! So you like me in wet clothes! she observed with a flip of her eyebrows. No wonder you stopped to help me! She pressed her lips to mine again.

After Mary Beth had made a similar comment, I had begun to realize that maybe I wasn't as weird as I thought. After all, guys paid a big cover and too much for watered-down beer to see wet t-shirt contests in some of those bars on 41A. Playboy had created a home video series entitled Wet and Wild. I had a couple of the tapes, but for my tastes the girls got naked too quickly and you didn't get to enjoy them being soaking wet long enough. Then there were all of the wet scenes in movies. Still I had no idea it was as widespread as it was or that I was in as good company as I am with you, my fellow wammers.

That wasn't the only reason, I replied, but I did think you looked pretty sexy after those rednecks splashed you.

Mmmm, remind me to track them down and thank them.

We kissed passionately for a few seconds under the shower. Then I asked, Can I ask you something that might sound a little strange?

You ask me anything you like, Maddie whispered.

Can I help you wash your hair?

She gave me a sly, You naughty boy, smirk and handed me a shampoo bottle off a shower caddy hanging next to us. I squeezed a generous amount into her lovely wet brunette hair and set the bottle back down. I started to lather it up and she took the bottle and squeezed a large amount into my hair, a lot more than my short army haircut needed.

After we had thoroughly worked up a massive amount of suds on each other's heads, we took turns rinsing while the other watched. I reveled at the suds running over her very shiny blue golf shirt and helped smooth them over the front.

About time you did something other than kiss me, she teased as I ran my hand up and down over her tits, helping the suds roll down.

She did the same for me when it was my turn to rinse except she thought I needed help getting the suds off the front of my shorts.

When all of the shampoo was gone, I reached up and unbuttoned the collar buttons on her golf shirt and pulled the bottom up over her head. She cooperated and put her arms up as I did. The soaking pink bra she wore displayed the slightest hint of her nipples through the wet cups. She smiled while I played with her boobs for a second or two and then she reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Then she ran wet hands over my chest.

I undid her tennis shorts and slid them down her legs and she stepped out of them. Even though they were white, they were opaque and gave no hint to what they concealed. Now I could see the mismatched light blue bikini panties.

I pushed my lips up to her ear and gasped, How did you know I liked mismatched underwear?

Lucky guess, she replied into my ear and thrust out her tongue to probe inside.

I think it's very sexy, I whispered.

Oh? Why is that? she asked, her fingers working the fly of my shorts.

Because it means I'm getting a treat, something you hadn't planned, I explained. If you had meant for something like this to happen, you'd make sure it matched.

She dropped my wet shorts to the shower floor and said, I guess plain old tiny-whities on a guy means the same thing.

I suppose, I replied.

I do like the view, though, she quipped.

My soaked underwear was plastered to every detail of the young man's erection I was sporting. The white fabric had gone transparent too. Maddie caressed my manhood through the wet fabric.

Want to wash my bra and panties with me in them? she offered.

How did you ever know? I countered. I reached around and got a thick wash cloth off the towel rack and her bar of Caress from the shower caddy. I lathered up the washcloth slathered her with it. I washed her all over, but I paid special attention to her bra and panties, working lots of suds into the material. I dropped the washcloth and started rubbing her pussy through the fabric.

Oh! Keep doing that! she gasped.

I reached around her back and undid the bra clasp with my other hand. (That is a trick I never had to learn. Undoing a bra one handed behind a girl's back is just a natural talent I have.) She let it fall to the floor.

Since she was petite, I used my height to my advantage. Still caressing her through her panties with my left hand, (Yes, I am left-handed), I got behind her and reached around to cup and caress her tits with my right hand. I came down to her neck with my lips and alternated between kissing her neck and tonguing her ear. She was melted putty. It would have been so easy to lock onto her neck and leave a mark. She said I could do anything I wanted, but I thought about her kids coming home the next day. I thought of something else mean I could do. I whispered in her ear, Can I rip them open?

Be my guest, Maddie whispered back. I have more.

I tore her panties open at the crotch with a rough yank. She gasped and moaned out loud when the material pulled tight against her highly-stimulated clit. With her panties now crotchless, I probed my finger inside and masturbated her to orgasm.

I thought I was going to be pleasing you, she said, turning and kissing me.

There is plenty of time until tomorrow, I replied.

She flipped the ripped open front half of her panties with her hand and pouted with a You naughty boy expression. Rip them off all the way. I know you want to.

I grabbed them above her left hip with both hands and tore, making quick work of them.

Mmmm, I'm naked and you're not, she said. I'm just going to have to do something about that!

For a moment, I though that meant my underwear was going bye-bye too, but she just grabbed the waistband and pulled them down my hips, standing in front of me. She lowered herself to her knees as she worked them down my legs to the shower floor. I stepped out of them and she tossed them aside.

She grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. While I'm down here, she said, I may as well do something aboutthis. During the pause she gently kissed it on the head. Maintaining eye contact, she flipped her eyebrows at me and slipped her mouth over me.

She reached out and guided one of my hands to the back of her head. She started slow, just working me with her tongue and using her hand to jack my shaft, but soon took me where I didn't get to go on my first experience. Within minutes, Maddie was sliding all the way down and deep throating me. She softly moaned and smiled up at me with her eyes.

She had a routine. She would swallow me whole for a while and then give her jaw and throat a rest by bobbing on me with just her tongue and jacking me with her hand like she started. I felt myself stiffening and getting ready to explode.

Hey, it's time, I said.

Mmmm, hmmm, she just moaned back. I could hear and feel her snickering through her nose.

I figured it was just a common courtesy to let her know, but I guess she already did. I exploded in Maddie's mouth in the same way I exploded all over Mary Beth's face and breasts. Maddie started to snicker. The more I came, the more amused she was about it. I miss being nineteen.

When I didn't have any more to give, she backed off and I saw her struggle just a little with swallowing. She fell back onto her butt, hands and arms with her knees bent and legs spread apart, flashing me.

You all right? I asked, just barely hiding my amusement.

She gave me that naughty boy smirk again and said, I just forgot how much a guy your age could pack. She absently caressed the pussy she was flashing me.

Allow me, I offered, going down to my knees on the shower floor.

Oh my! I may just have to keep you around after all! she said when she saw where I was headed. Oh my god! she added soon after I went to work.

I took my time eating her pussy. By the time she melted into a moaning orgasm, my nineteen-year-old metabolism had me hard again. But I wanted to get out of the shower. We had been in there forever.

We turned off the water and each grabbed a towel. She made a face and stroked my erect cock. Someone's ready to go again, she said. I should get you that lunch though.

We were leaving the bathroom wrapped in towels and heading into the bedroom as she added, You need your strength. Here I promised you something to eatbesides what you just had!

I was as hard again as when she first started blowing me. Later, I said, grabbing her arm with one hand and yanking her towel off with the other. I swept her up, shrieking and giggling and tossed her onto the bed. I pulled off my own towel and pulled the covers down and wrestled her under me, still laughing.

Relax and enjoy yourself, she urged, spreading her legs open to submit herself to my desires. I've cum twice already. I don't know if I have another in me for a while.

She did and I proved it to her. We lay there in each other's arms for a bit and then I broke the silence with: Now I'm ready to eat.

Maddie playfully whacked me with a pillow and said, Typical man! We rolled around giggling and kissing before we finally did get off the bed.

Let's see, what to wear for lunch, she said, strutting over to her dresser, or would you rather I wore nothing at all?

Do you have some really sexy underwear? I asked.

Hmmm, what about these? she asked me, holding up a matching bra and panty set that looked like this.



Perfect! I replied.

Fine, but if I have to wear those, you have to wear these, she said. Maddie handed me a pair of cobalt blue silk boxers. They were just the right size. Apparently Mike and I had similar builds.

Don't worry, she added. I bought them for Mike and he never wore them. Said he didn't like them.

They're not my idea of everyday, I said, but I think they're fine for our lunch date.

She did fix lunch in her sexy underwear, fish sticks and macaroni and cheese. (She was used to cooking for kids.)

Damn, it's raining again, she said. The rain had let up but it was coming down steadily again. It wasn't as hard as when I was changing her tire, but you would get soaked pretty fast outside. I was hoping we could go swimming.

We're gonna get wet anyway, I said, and it's not storming.

Hmmm, Maddie pondered, You got me there. O.K, you sold me. You like wet clothes. What should I wear?

What do I get to choose from, I asked.

Why anything in my closet, of course! Maddie replied. I said I'd do anything you liked.

She took me back to the master suite and into her large walk-in closet. My eye first went to something preserved in a cleaners bag, but I knew I couldn't ask her to wear that. Instead I went to her collection of party dresses. I found a sleeveless red one that looked like it would cover the bra up top and had a hem that wouldn't quite make it down to her knee. This one, I said.

Nice, she said. You have great taste in clothes. Want me to wear anything to go with it? Shoes? Jewelry?

If you want to, I told her. I couldn't believe my luck! She was actually asking me how far I wanted her to dress up to get wet! I'm not very good at matching up those things.

Tell you what; you go over to Mike's closet and pick out whatever you want to wear from the stuff he left here, she told me. By the time you have that picked out, I bet I can have something put together that you'll love on me.

I figured I'd just wear these, I said, gesturing to the silk boxers. Won't he want his stuff eventually?

She looked me right in the eye and asked, You think I give a shit? Go put on whatever you like. NOTHING is off the table. Make sure you dress as nice as me.

Yes, ma'am, I mocked and went into the other closet.

I searched for a while when I heard, Hurry up in there. I'm ready already and I want you to see how I look!

All right, I replied. I hurriedly put an outfit together that consisted of a pair of gray sport slacks, a white shirt, bright blue tie, dark blue sport jacket, gray socks and some black leather loafers. They were a little snug. Mike must have worn a half-size smaller shoe than me or something.

Wow! You clean up pretty good! Maddie teased when I stepped out. I hope every bit of that is 'Dry Clean Only'. My dress sure is.

I didn't check, I replied as I beheld her. She was in the dress, of course and had added to it a black patent leather belt, dark nude nylon hose, bright red pumps, a simple faux pearl necklace and a pair of matching earrings. At least I think they were fake pearls.

Now we can go swimming in the rain! Maddie declared.

Maddie, I said, I can understand you wanting to wreck your husband's stuff, but why are you so eager to trash your own.

Because he paid for it; that's why, she replied. Let's not talk about Mike anymore. Now do you want to throw me in the pool wearing this or not?

I had to be grinning from ear to ear. She had even meticulously reapplied her makeup - eye shadow, blush and a vibrantly red lipstick that matched her dress. I'm ready when you are! I replied.

Now I have always given Darcie a hard time about being so long-winded and here I am with twenty-four more hours to tell you about and this story is already as long as Chapters 1 and 2. I will continue with our adventures in the pool and beyond in Chapter 4.