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If you've been reading Twenty Four At Heart for awhile, you already know I am very fortunate to have a pool in my backyard. I say very fortunate because it gets extremely hot here.
You probably also already know I love being in the water. It's the one place where my arm can move freely without a lot of pain.
Some of you may even remember my backyard is pretty secluded. I have no neighbors behind me. There's nothing but a canyon, a small lake and beautiful mountains behind my house.
I do have neighbors to the right and left. My neighbors on the right are a married couple. Their kids are grown and gone. They're at home fairly frequently on weekends. I have a new neighbor on the left. He's a single, very hot, thirty-ish man who recently moved to the United States from South Africa. He's gorgeous. He also has a very cool accent. I *might* have noticed his attractiveness.
Hot South African Man is never, ever, home. He travels constantly and I've only seen him on perhaps four occasions since he moved in over six months ago. He's spent most of the last several months in South Africa. It's pretty much as if I live next door to an empty house.
Last Friday my neighbors to the right, the married couple, asked me to bring in their newspapers over the weekend for them because they were going out of town.
On Saturday afternoon Briefcase and PR took off together for a boy's afternoon. I was left at home on my own. I threw some laundry in to wash. I edited a few photos. I baked some banana bread to put in a care package for RC. My oven really heats up my kitchen. I was really hot by the time it was done baking. I decided to go for a swim.
There seemed no point in putting on a bathing suit. There was no one who could even possibly see into my backyard. I stripped off my clothes by my back door and left them in a heap on the floor. I casually strolled outside towards my pool.
When I got to the pool I grabbed a can of spray-on suntan lotion and took my time putting it on. I didn't want to burn, and I especially didn't want the parts of me that don't usually see the sun to burn. I made sure I didn't miss any spots so I wouldn't end up in pain later in the day.
Then I submerged myself in the water.
It felt great. The water temperature was 85F/29.4C. It was perfect. I swam several laps with the modified stroke I use with my bum arm. When my arm tired (quickly) I did more laps hanging onto a kick board and using just my legs.
Finally, exhausted, I hopped up on a float to relax. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I haven't been sleeping well. The combination of very little sleep, swimming all those laps, and the hot sun beating down on me made it easy to drift off to sleep.
Floating. Naked. Asleep.
I was dreaming. I will not share what I was dreaming about.
Something about being naked in the warm sun always puts me in a risqué mood.
Awhile later I stirred. I was still floating on the raft. The sun was beating down on me. Groggily, I realized where I was. It hadn't yet occurred to me that something had woken me up.
And then I heard my neighbors startled voice (South African accent very evident) saying, "Oh! Oh! Excuse me! I'm so sorry!"
I shot up into a sitting position on my raft in a millisecond. My eyes searched frantically around me.
And there he was.
On the far side of my yard, peering over the wall that separates our two homes. Our eyes met.
I plunged into the water in less than a second.
You would think he would have wanted to stab his eyes out after seeing me naked, wouldn't you?
When I resurfaced from my emergency plunge under water, my neighbor stammered nervously.
"I … I … I didn't think you were home! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed uneasily.
Before I could respond he added, "I just wanted to show my friend …. I have a friend visiting and I wanted him to see your beautiful pool."
Right then I noticed his friend. Another man was peering over the wall just a few feet away. He grinned at me and waved. Unlike my neighbor, he seemed to have no embarrassment whatsoever at having caught me in the buff. In fact, it looked like he was thoroughly enjoying the whole situation.
After a minute or two of sputtering out further apologies my neighbor retreated. His friend waved at me jauntily and called out, "It was really nice meeting you!" as he laughed.
I stayed in the water until I was sure they were back inside my neighbor's house. I rose out of the pool, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.
The next afternoon I came home from running some errands and found flowers at the front door. Attached to the flowers was a card from my neighbor apologizing once again. It was a nice gesture on his part, but it won't lessen my embarrassment next time I run into him.
Also, I don't think I'll be inviting him over to swim anytime soon.
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