The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 9
Being with Lisa is Always Fun

We had had the little recreation area all to ourselves ever since we arrived, which was fortunate considering what we had just been doing in the back of the car with all the windows down. (Well, it was hot that day!) It was a lot easier to put wet, grubby things back on standing up so we opened the back and just got out and dressed next to the car. Some of our stuff fell into the gravel and Lisa's jeans' legs dragged across it as she struggled with getting the wet pants back on having holes in the knees big enough to slip her foot through. It was an excuse to jump off the dock one more time and go for a quick swim to rinse all that off. Then again, I really needed no excuse to get Lisa in the water. She grew up with that pond behind the house and being free to swim whenever she wanted so she loved water. Who does she remind us of?

She handed me the keys when we sloshed back to the car with water running out of our clothes in steady streams. Neither one of us had brought a towel. Lisa ran a comb through her dripping hair, unaware of how hot I thought it was. She kissed me and I opened the passenger door.

You know your way back? she asked.

I think so, I replied. I remembered the general direction her house was.

I knew as soon as she got in why she wanted me to drive. She slid all the way across the seat and cuddled up beside me the moment she got in. Once I had us wheeled around to where I could steer that beast with one hand, I put my arm around her.

I was curious about something. You ever wear dresses? I asked out of the blue.

Yeah, to church and sometimes to school, she replied. Where did that come from?

I was just wondering, I said. You said you usually just go swimming in whatever you have on

And you want to know if I ever wear dresses swimming, she completed for me.

I closed one eye and scrunched up my face to look like I was uncomfortable hearing that and said, Well

Sometimes, she said with a giggle, not as often as in shorts or jeans, but she trailed off and suddenly realized something: You like seeing me when I'm wet, don't you?

Oops, busted! I tried to quickly recover. Really, I like looking at you all the time, no matter what.

Smooth, real smooth, she chided. Don't worry. I love the water, so you'll get plenty of chances.

You want to hear a funny story though about getting all wet in a dress? she asked.

Love to, I replied.

Well you can't get too turned on by it, because I was only twelve at the time, but one Sunday in the summertime, Mom's car was in the shop over the weekend. We all had to ride to church in the back of Dad's truck.

For those of you youngsters out there, this used to be common. We all survived. I even did it once or twice and I was a city boy.

Well, it started out as a nice day when we left home, but by the time Sunday School and service let out, it was pouring rain.

Dad borrowed an umbrella and went out to bring the truck up to the door. Mom put Charlie in his car seat in the front, but we were sort of stuck. Dad opened the tailgate and a couple of inches of water poured out.

We didn't have jackets or anything because it was such a nice day when we left. Connie and I had sundresses on with sandals and Jeff, Bobby and Mike all had slacks, dress shirts and ties. Mom took the ties and all of our shoes to put in the front to keep dry and we all piled in.

God, we were soaked through our underwear before we got two blocks down the street! she said, shaking her head and letting her infectious laughter come through. The bed started filling up with water again. At first, we tried crouching, but it was too hard to stay up in a moving truck. We finally said 'To heck with it,' and sat down in the water.

I wasn't exactly happy about the situation, but then Jeff started the water fight, splashing Connie and me, she continued. We started splashing back, then Mike and Bobby got into it and soon we were laughing and screaming and having a ball back there.

People in cars were honking at us and we were making faces and waving at them. We could see Mom and Dad laughing at us in the cab. They're strict about some things, but they love seeing us have fun. He opened the pass-through window at a stop light and asked us, 'You kids in a hurry to get home now or would you rather go for a ride?'

We all yelled 'RIDE!' together and I could see him and Mom laughing even harder. He turned off the road to our house and headed through town.

Connie knocked on the window at the next light and dared him to go through the car wash. Mom shut it down right away, saying we might get hurt. Don't tell her Uncle Roy had already done it with us in a ratty old convertible he had.

Uncle Roy is the same uncle who owned the water slide.

Dad wasn't going to let Mom steal all of our fun, she went on. There was this bank in town that had the 'chain' downspouts on its drive through awning, or at least it used to. The chain was missing from one of them so when it rained heavy, the water just came down in a stream. He pulled into the bank and backed up under the awning so that the water was pouring in the bed.

I jumped under it first. It was so much fun! Dad was laughing his ass off at all of us taking turns getting under it. Mom was punching him in the arm, trying to get him to move on and he was just waving her off.

We just kept sitting there and then I figured out what he was doing. He was letting the bed fill up! He let it get almost to the top and by that time we were dunking ourselves completely and swimming from the tailgate to the cab. He was laughing so hard at us when we pulled away and Mom was shaking her headbut she was laughing too.

We only had our swimming pool for a couple of miles before most of the water leaked out through the tailgate. Jeff said it was too bad we didn't have a big sheet of plastic or we could have kept it all the way home.

The rain eventually let up and we went home. We started begging 'Can we go swimming? Can we go swimming?' Mom just threw up her hands and we ran straight back for the dock and jumped in. We didn't get out all afternoon. Mom just brought us our lunch and she and Dad brought Charlie down to get in, but they had changed out of their church clothes.

Wow! I said. That would have never happened in my family. (Don't tell her, but if we hadn't just completed a transaction a littler earlier, that would have gotten me too turned on.) Sometimes I wish I had a lot of brothers and sisters.

It has its ups and downs, like a total lack of privacy most of the time, she replied. You'll find out about that. Maybe even today.

Really? How's that?

I'm not saying any more! she declared. I'm not going to scare you off! Her knowing grin told me she figured she was going to be amused by my reaction to whatever it was she was alluding to. I knew what my parents' large families were like, so I knew it couldn't be that bad.

I pulled into their drive. The garage door was still up, but her mom's car was sitting in front of it.

Just leave it here, Lisa told me.

I saw her mom, Kris, step out of the house into the garage and head for us. She stopped short under the overhead door when we both got out of the car at the same time and she saw what a mess we both were.

What on Earth have you two been doing? she asked. She had her head cocked with her hands on her hips and an I can't believe what I'm seeing! gaping smile on her face. It was the sort of look a mom gives to her kids who are always doing crazy things. Forgive me, but she looked sexy there scolding us in that same hot outfit, namely the short cut offs and man's work shirt with the sleeves ripped out and the shirt tied across her stomach, that I'd seen her in earlier.

I thought you were going to the water slide? Connie said you guys left there hours ago! Lisa just stood there grinning at the tongue-lashing as if she went through this a lot. I was beginning to find it hard not to laugh.

Then a knowing look came over Kris's face. Did you take that boy sliding down that dam? She turned to me: Did she take you sliding down that dam? She turned back to Lisa: Lisa Ann! You know how that tears your clothes up! Did you tell him he was going to end up looking like he got wrecked on some island?

I couldn't hold it in any more and started laughing. Lisa lost it at the same time. Kris lost her composure and I could hear her voice cracking: What am I going to do with you, child? Seriously! You're just lucky you made your own money this summer and can replace your own clothes you tear up or your dad would have you wearing a barrel to school!

Lisa and I came around to the front of the car and Kris stepped out to us. Let me look at both of you! she said and started spinning both of us around. We complied, snickering back and forth to ourselves. Now this is something I remember from my childhood, listening to an adult chew you out like your mother whether she was your mother or not. It's not that way anymore. Maybe it should be.

Just as I thought, she scolded us, you both may as well throw those in the trash no mending them! I'll wash your underwear if you didn't stain those green and wear holes through them too!

I looked at Lisa quizzically. Just say 'Yes ma'am,' she said.

Yes, ma'am, I echoed.

Now don't you start being a smart aleck, she chided. I've already got one here to deal with and she's about to get on my last nerve!

Now, both of you in the house and get out of those rags! she commanded. We're going to eat soon and you're not sitting in my good deck furniture all covered in green crap! Now! Go on!

She was shooing us into the garage. We laughed as we heard her mumbling going to move the cars around and park the Mercury back in the garage: You think being a little older he would talk some sense into her, but no! He goes right along with her!

I stopped Lisa in the kitchen. Is your mom really mad at me?

She smiled at me with her head cocked. Her expression told me she thought I was clueless. You didn't get that she just chewed you out like you were one of us? Lisa gave me a quick kiss. You're part of the family to her now! She's never taken to anyone I've brought by here that fast. If we're not careful, she'll have us married next week!

My duffel bag was down in the basement guest room. I use quotes because it was a single bed in the corner with a nightstand and a lamp. I saw the framing going up and some of the plumbing roughed in for the new bathroom her dad was making down there. This house could use another one. There was one in the hall downstairs by the original bedrooms and one in Lisa's parents' master bedroom in the upstairs addition. Like the Brady Bunch, it was one bathroom for six kids. At least Lisa's had a toilet. Her dad had installed a double shower head downstairs and Lisa and Connie doubled up showering and so did Mike and Bobby, to save water and time. Lisa was right about privacy!

I could hear laughing and splashing through the open window, so I figured there was no point in dressing up. I grabbed a pair of cut off shorts I had made from my BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) pants that had survived basic training and belly crawling in the deserts of Ft. Bliss, Texas. They were the original camouflage uniforms issued for daily wear back in the eighties. They were essentially baggy cargo pants. I had replaced my worn and faded uniforms from basic by that point and kept the old ones to wear when we went to the field (playing war out in the woods). One pair had a tear in the leg so I cut them off under the cargo pockets and made shorts for dirty and messy things like working under the car or whatever Lisa might think to do next. I also grabbed a faded red shooter muscle shirt and a fresh pair of boxer briefs.

I was stripped bare, with my back to the stairs, when I heard the basement door in the kitchen open and about crapped myself.

Just toss those clothes in that trash can and leave your underwear on the washing machine down there if they're not ruined, Kris called down and closed the door.

God, Mom! I heard Lisa yell in the kitchen as my heart started beating again.

I just opened the door enough to tell him something! I could hear Kris reply back. I doubt he's got anything I haven't seen on your dad or your brothers.

Still, Mom! Jeez!

I had to laugh, although I was still hurrying to get my clothes on. Lisa was really right about privacy. On the other hand, I was living in a barracks. We were a male only battalion with two-man rooms, but the showers were open-style with six shower heads. I was used to people seeing me, just not the mother of the woman I was dating.

I had two pairs of jogging shoes with me. I picked the older pair, the ones from Paris Landing, and slipped them on with no socks. I left the underwear, which was unscathed, where she said and dropped my raggedy clothes in the trash. Lisa was standing in the kitchen wearing a red bandeau top under a loose-fitting yellow and white striped tank top. She also wore the flip-flops she had started out in that morning and cut offs darker blue than any of the jeans I had seen her wear.

Noticing my outfit she said, Camouflage. Do you hope my mom can't see you and embarrass you again?

You said she considered me part of the family already, I replied. I guess I have to take the bad with the good.

She laughed that infectious laugh. Come on. Dad's got the grill going and I think they're waiting on us.

We stepped out the back door to find the rest of the family. The three boys and Connie were down by the dock, soaking wet and dragging what looked like an old Huffy 20-inch bike with high handle bars and a banana seat out of the pond by a rope. There was a ramp sitting on the end of the dock.

They've been playing 'Evel Knievel', Lisa's dad, Jeff, explained. That wasn't hard to figure out. If you guys want to, you'll have to wait. We're getting ready to eat. Oh, and we're gonna get Kris to jump the ramp after dinner.

Kris sighed and rolled her eyes. I got the feeling she wasn't crazy about the idea, but maybe something had happened earlier that we weren't privy to.

Jeff led us in a prayer. I admit that saying grace was something we did on holidays or at other people's houses. I wasn't opposed to it or anything just not in the habit of it.

The burgers and everything else were waiting on one of the picnic tables. They even had the Jell-O salad you make with mini marshmallows. I thought only my mom's family made that.

Lisa and I shared a sturdy lounge on the deck and Connie sat next to us. She was still in the same clothes she had on at the water slide and they were sopping wet. I assumed that meant she had been playing Evel Knievel with her brothers since she got home. I'd learn later that if you got wet in that family, you only changed if you needed to. I've explained the concept a couple of times in Darcie so if you're uninitiated, you'll have to check it out there.

Connie kept leaning over and whispering in Lisa's ear and Lisa kept laughing. She told me later it was all gossip about what happened at the water slide after we left. Apparently, we weren't the only ones to get lucky.

We had barely finished when Charlie started pulling on Lisa's arm. Come on, Lisa; bring your boyfriend. We're gonna jump off the ramp!

Lisa giggled and shot me a very sheepish expression at the word boyfriend. Was I? We had only seen each other twice, but things had really progressed today! True there was Mary Beth, but I had already begun to wonder if she would actually rather be with that other guy and what she was saying was to let me down easy. Also, despite her family's idiosyncrasies, (which I still had more to learn about even that evening), I was more comfortable with Lisa than any other girl I'd ever known. I decided if she didn't broach the subject of the B word, I wouldn't.

Meanwhile I was keeping up with her as she was being dragged off the deck by her youngest brother who was eager to show her how he could jump the bike into the pond.

I believe it's a couple of boys' job to clean up out here tonight! Kris called to Bobby and Mike who were heading into the yard with us and turned on their heels and went back to help her take in the food and condiments.

Watch me! Charlie said and took off pedaling the old Huffy down the hill. He raced down the dock and hit the ramp. He pulled the front wheel of the bike up and then let go of it in midair and pushed it away. He and the bike hit the water at the same time. He popped back up and waved at us.

Lisa yelled, WOO! HOO! and we all waved back.

I need to go down there, Connie said. He can't pull the bike out by himself, and she headed down the hill.

That's Jeff's old bike, Lisa said, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her giggling. You're lucky you don't have any little brothers. Go off to the army and see what happens.

Connie helped him haul the bike out of the pond by a rope that was tied to what we used to call the sissy bar. It was the bar that supported the back of the banana seat and attached to the rear wheel.

They walked the bike back up to where we were standing. Who wants to go next? Connie asked.

Lisa took the handlebar and offered it to me. Want to go first this time City Boy, or do you need me to show you how this is done too?

Hey, who won the 'winner take all' race down the dam? I asked, knowing full well she let me win. Anyway, I've jumped bikes over ramps before, I said. My dad even helped me build a ramp once. Then I arced the back of my hand around my mouth in the confidentially pose. Just don't tell my mom.

I really had jumped bikes before. We just always came down on dry land. That meant you and the bike had to land right. This seemed a lot easier, even though the ramp was a lot higher than anything I had jumped off when I was a kid; you just had to get airborne and get off the bike.

All right then, Connie said. Show us what you got!

I got on and looked down the hill. My heart rate picked up in anticipation just like it would anytime you were trying something like this, just like it did as I sat at the top of that dam the first time.

I pushed off. GO! Lisa cried.

I pedaled down the hill. I noticed Charlie had started coasting as soon as he got to the dock. He was able to sit down though. I had to stand to pedal so I kept pedaling. The key was to stay on the dock and not run off like a total dork. I pedaled up the ramp and only sat at the last second to put my weight on the back end and not flip over forward. I sailed into the air and pushed the bike off to the side. I am proud to that I got some height off that jump and some distance too! I came down with a splash and found out why they had a rope on the bike. It was deep water. It was warm too, though! It was easy to see why they loved spending summers in it. It felt like it wrapped you up.

Yeah! Lisa hollered when I surfaced. I swam back and pulled the bike out. I was soaking wet again. Lisa said that this family revolved around water in the summertime.

I walked the bike up the hill. I guess you're next, I said, offering it to Lisa.

She's the only one left who's dry, Connie added, not noticing that their mom was coming up behind her with Bobby and Mike.

No, there's one more, Kris said. Let me go now and get it over with!

You're really going, Mom? Lisa asked.

Yeah, when they built the thing this afternoon, I told them Charlie would be too afraid to do it with them and these two bet me they could get him to do it. Earlier you saw the results of that.

I told you; it's fun, Mom! Charlie said as Bobby and Mike looked very satisfied with themselves.

I noticed that Kris had put on a pair of women's canvas slip-on's; I assumed to better control the pedals. She had been barefoot the other times I had seen her and given the hill billy-esque nature of her outfit, that made her seem even more sexy.

Give me the bike, she said. I'm doing this once and going in to get a shower.

Kris got on and started down the hill a little awkwardly at first. She got going though.

Go. Mom! Connie yelled through cupped hands.

Kris hit the dock, shot up the ramp and flew into the air. It was sort of weird seeing someone who could be my mother trying that stunt, to be honest. Kris let out a shriek and let go of the bike at the last second before they both hit the water. It still splashed down clear of her. Nowadays, that would have been capture on a phone or a video camera and ended up on You Tube: Mom Jumps Bike Into Lake. The closest thing they had then was their dad's super 8 movie camera and no one thought to get it. It's kind of hard to upload those anyway. (People under 30 are saying, What?)

She surfaced and swam to the dock and pulled herself up. She ignored the rope and walked straight toward us.

Meanwhile, Lisa was staring at how my muscle shirt clung to me. What? I said.

What? she asked back. I'm not the only one who looks good wet.

You boys can fish it out, Kris told Mike and Bobby when she got to us. I only said I'd ride into the pond once. I didn't say anything about getting it out!

If I thought she looked sexy before, that was nothing! Her hair was the same shade as Lisa's with just a gray strand or two. It was plastered down to her head and dripping down her back. Her sleeveless denim work shirt wasn't transparent, but it was made of thin enough cotton that every outline of every detail of her breasts showed through. I quickly redirected my gaze to her eyes when Lisa caught me staring. Luckily her mom was addressing Connie and didn't notice.

Now, I'm going in and getting my shower. I want all wet clothes downstairs so I can start that load tonight.

She looked at me and said, That is all going out on the line tomorrow so your underwear and this stuff won't be ready until then. Do you want to stay tonight and get it tomorrow?

Did I ever! However I had responsibilities to attend to. I can't. I have C.Q. starting at 8 tomorrow and it won't end until Monday morning. I have to head back tonight.

Well, it will all be ready for you when you come back, she said. You can at least get a shower before you go. You can use the downstairs shower first.

Thanks, I said.

Have fun! Kris said. See you all inside!

As soon as she left, Lisa said, See? If you want your underwear back, you're going to have to come see me again! She pulled up against me despite me being soaking wet and kissed me.

That won't be my only reason; you know, I replied.

I hope not! she said.

I asked, What did she mean by 'this stuff'?

She expects you to leave these clothes here to be washed too, Lisa explained. I told you; she already thinks of you as one of us!

What do you think? I asked with a flip of my eyebrows.

You're getting there, but you have to stop staring at my mom's tits!

WHAT? Connie cried as I turned red and Lisa burst out laughing. She was saving that one! She got me good!

Connie got her once she had recovered though: Well maybe he'd stare at yours if you rode this thing down there and got 'em wet like you're supposed to!

Lisa shushed Connie and pointed at their arriving brothers. Stare at what? Charlie asked as he handed Lisa the bike.

My wet cheekbones, Lisa answered.

She jumped on and headed down the hill. She launched off the ramp and got nearly the distance I got. It was just as much of a mental rush watching her drop into the lake as I got watching her go down the dam the first time. I jogged down and helped her pull the bike out. Her top was completely transparent, especially the white stripes and even with the thin bandeau top underneath, her nipples poked right out. Water dripped from the fringe of her cut offs and her hair was disheveled and plastered down, the way I'd seen it the majority of the time.

Connie went next and then the boys took turns and it was my turn again. We jumped the bike into the lake like maniacs for hours more. Lisa even rode down with me once, but that didn't work well. The sun had long since set by the time we started in.

Oh! Lisa began just as I reached for the door. There is something I have to tell you before

That was as far as she got before I stopped dead in the back door because her dad and mom were sitting at the table having pieand he was just in his boxer shorts and she was in conservative bra and panties and a thin cotton house coat completely open.

Well get in here, Kris said. Don't let all the bugs around the porch light in here!

Yeah, we sleep in our underwear in the summertime, Lisa finally said.

We'll be right in, she said to her mother and pulled me back to let the rest of the gang in.

Now being in the army, I was no stranger to sleeping in underwear, or people seeing me going down the hall to the bathroom at night. But I repeat; we were an all-male unit.

You know how hot the house is, Lisa began to rapidly explain, and you know I said there was no privacy anyway. Pajamas are another thing Dad thinks are a waste of money, in the summer anyway. We wear stuff when it gets cold, but when it's hotwe don't. And since there isn't much privacy and it's so much trouble to cover up and we sleep with the doors open anyway to let the air circulatewell, we'd see each other anyway. We figure why try to hide from each other? We're all family.

Please don't freak out on me, she pleaded after she finally paused for a breath.

I laughed. I'm not gonna freak out, I said. It just took me by surprise; that's all. And well, you're mom is

Yeah, I know; my mom's a babe. Why do you think my dad is in such a good mood all the time?

I said, It's fine. I think we can go in now. It was fine because I was so hung up on her. Any other time, it would have at least given me pause back then. Now, I look back and say, What the hell? It was just underwear!

We reentered the kitchen to find the younger boys making a fuss and Kris shutting them down.

Now I don't want to hear it, she told them. Jim is using the shower and then your sisters. You boys strip down to your drawers and go out and take a shower with the hose. Go on. You know where we keep the shampoo and soap for that!

We often wash up outside after swimming in the pond all day, Lisa whispered to me in explanation.

I mouthed Oh, and nodded my head.

Grumbling, the boys headed back out.

Lisa will get you a towel, Kris said. I had one from a pile that had been left on the deck to use before we came in, but like everyone else's, it was soaked now.

I grabbed my duffel bag from downstairs and Lisa showed me to the bathroom.

Promise you won't leave until we get done taking a shower, she said and gave me a kiss.

Scout's honor, I replied and held up three fingers.

You know, we'd save even more water if Connie and I just got in now! she joked.

I'm sure your dad and mom would love that! I replied.

She started out the door but swung her head back and added, Not as much as you would!

I showered quickly thinking about how great Lisa was. She was funny, pretty, sexy, smart, giving and very, very affectionate. This had to be too good to be true.

I got done, dressed in my jeans and the O.P. t-shirt with my good jogging shoes and went back out to the kitchen. Lisa's dad was still at the table with a cup of coffee. Lisa and Connie were still there in their wet clothes standing on towels. Lisa made me promise again not to leave until they were done.

Want some pie? There's fresh coffee too, Jeff said when we were alone. He pointed to a cabinet for cups and plates and I helped myself to some coffee and a piece of the cherry pie on the table.

Kris went on upstairs, he explained. She realized seeing her was making you uncomfortable.

It was just the initial shock, I said.

He had me cornered until Lisa came back. I was bracing for the What does your future look like/What are your intentions with my daughter? questions, but he just wanted to talk about Ft. Campbell and how it had changed since he was there in the sixties. Our units had even been neighbors. I was in the air defense battalion and he had been in an engineers' battalion that was on the other side of a big athletic field from us.

We could hear the shower running and the laughs, shrieks and giggles of two females. I wonder who the subject of their shower conversation was!

I never saw the boys again. I guess they finished their shower under the hose before I had finished mine and went to their rooms.

A few minutes after the shower stopped running, Lisa, Connie and Kris appeared. Kris had button up her housecoat, but it was really sheer and I could still see her underwear. Neither Lisa nor Connie bothered to cover up. Lisa had a maroon bra and striped boy shorts and Connie was wearing a pink cotton bra and black string bikini panties.

Being older, I have this under control but back then, the sight of them engaged the launch sequence, even though I would see as much at any beach or water park, at least in Nashville if not around there. I also found out that like my dad's side of the family, they were huggers and kissers.

Bye! You drive safe! Kris said and threw her arms around me. She kissed me on my cheek, but pulled tight up against me and felt it against her leg. She pulled back and gave me a knowing sideways glance.

Now, unlike my dad's side of the family, they were apparently mouth kissers normally. Kris must have backed off seeing my slight discomfort, but Connie said goodbye next and she was either clueless or thought it was funny to see my reaction. It was so much fun meeting you! she said, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big kiss right on the lips.

She also felt it on her leg. Hey! Is it Lisa you like or me?

I heard their dad start to snicker behind me. Kris slapped the back of Connie's head just as Lisa grabbed my arm and my duffel bag to drag me out of there and rescue me.

We're gonna say good night out by his car! she declared.

LISA! her mom shouted. Don't go out there in your bra and panties!

It's dark, Mom! she called over her shoulder. I'm not gonna be out there long anyway!

Thanks, I said, leaning against the Impala's driver's door.

Don't mention it, she said, leaning into me and putting her arms around me. My family isn't gonna scare you away, are they?

They'll take some getting used to, I replied, but I think someone's worth it.

Good! she said and pressed her lips against mine. I put my arms around her and caressed her nearly bare back.

We kissed and kissed, our tongues dancing through each other's mouths. She pressed herself up against the bulge in my pants and rubbed herself up and down on it.

Hey! I said. You keep that up and I'm gonna throw you in this back seat!

Mmmm, promise? she teased.

She locked me into a kiss again, then pulled my hands down so they were grabbing her butt and started to grope and stroke my erection through my jeans.

You know what? I began. I'm beginning to get the suspicion that you don't want me to leave.

In a very bad Russian accent she said, You have discovered my diabolical plan, Mister Bond. Now I cannot allow you to leave!

We started laughing through our noses since our mouths were back to being busy kissing each other. I started trying to calculate how early I would have to leave to get back and be ready to go on duty by eight o'clock, when suddenly

LISA ANN! her mom shouted from the front door. You let that boy get going and quit parading around in the driveway in your underwear! He's got to get back and get some sleep so he can go on duty tomorrow!

You'll call me? Lisa asked, pulling away, but holding onto one hand so she wouldn't have to let go of me until the last possible moment.

Definitely, I replied.

Much like Paris Landing, we parted in stages. First she turned around and blew a kiss. Then she stopped and waved and then waved one more time before closing the front door.

I had to concentrate to find my way back to Highway 79 at night, but once I hit the main road, I was able to let my mind wander about how perfect things seemed. It looked like we were made for each other. If only I knew then how lousy our timing was.

Continued in Chapter 10 with More Wet and Maybe Messy Fun!