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i know it might be wrong but
Aug. 2nd, 2014 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gotitgoinonSuburban life had its ups and downs. An active, talented daughter who was loving and cheerful when she wasn't being a sullen teenager, that was an up. An increasingly loveless marriage was a down, but it was balanced by the up of her husband's deep pocketbooks. Not having much to do on a warm summer's day, well, that was a mixed blessing in its own right. She missed the business world, the phone calls and negotiations.
But she did like being able to lie in a lawn chair next to the pool in her backyard in nothing but a bikini, letting the sun warm her skin. The strain in her marriage had nothing to do with her letting herself fall out of shape; she prided herself on having as perfect a bikini body as she had two decades ago when they got married. No, she figured, it was more that her husband's tastes trended younger, these days.
Not that she could really blame him and only him, after all. It was part of the reason she'd hired a new pool boy.
He was one of Jenny's friends, a classmate of hers entering their senior year in high school. His parents had yelled at him to get a summer job instead of slacking off, and Melissa, as the mother of one of his friends, had kindly obliged. He was a sweet boy, intelligent enough, and a hard worker when he wanted to be.
His butt looked nice in those shorts as he knelt by the edge of the pool unclogging the filter, too.
"Careful, Alan," she called out, adjusting her sunglasses. "Don't fall in."
Her husband and Jenny had left this morning on a trip, some silly father/daughter summer bonding event. They wouldn't be home for three days. If the pool boy fell in, she'd have to go rescue him herself.
But she did like being able to lie in a lawn chair next to the pool in her backyard in nothing but a bikini, letting the sun warm her skin. The strain in her marriage had nothing to do with her letting herself fall out of shape; she prided herself on having as perfect a bikini body as she had two decades ago when they got married. No, she figured, it was more that her husband's tastes trended younger, these days.
Not that she could really blame him and only him, after all. It was part of the reason she'd hired a new pool boy.
He was one of Jenny's friends, a classmate of hers entering their senior year in high school. His parents had yelled at him to get a summer job instead of slacking off, and Melissa, as the mother of one of his friends, had kindly obliged. He was a sweet boy, intelligent enough, and a hard worker when he wanted to be.
His butt looked nice in those shorts as he knelt by the edge of the pool unclogging the filter, too.
"Careful, Alan," she called out, adjusting her sunglasses. "Don't fall in."
Her husband and Jenny had left this morning on a trip, some silly father/daughter summer bonding event. They wouldn't be home for three days. If the pool boy fell in, she'd have to go rescue him herself.
