”“You’re making me hot, sitting there in the buff, honey. By the way, have you been thinking about our discussion?” she asked, her eyes focuse... on my seven inches of hardened steel. “Yes, that and watching you doing your laps,” I replied as she pulled my knees apart.“What do you think about having sex out here, right now, Cody?” She asked as her fingers curled around the thick shaft and cradled my nut sac in the palm of her other hand.I gulped at her cool touch and replied, “I-I’m all for it,. ..!” I dove in after the youth, hardly knowing at that time, she couldn’t swim. I firmly believe, to this day that I sit and write this story, that a person should say... ‘I can’t swim,’ when you invite them over to your pool. Well...when I reached her, she clung to me like velcro. “Johnny, Johnny, save me!” she hollered loudly into my ear, near panic. “I can’t swim, don’t let go,” she begged, her oily body rapidly climbing up my torso, kind of delightfully, until she rested in my arms well. They had sort of a shotgun marriage although Peggy Jo didn't force the issue. Arnie just said it was the right thing to do. He adored PJ.Adoration didn't mean he was going to be faithful. He wasn't. Three months after their son Bubba was born, Arnie hooked up with Tilly Henderson at the local motel. Everyone knew about it. He couldn't hide the Ford pickup his parents had given them as a wedding present without everyone in town knowing what he was doing.Peggy Jo got tired of his philandering and. We were interrupted when Joey Curtis, the delivery boy for the hardware store, came bursting in. “Mr. Reynolds, come quick, they’re fighting.”“Who’s fighting, Joey?” “Your mule and a strange horse in the pasture.”This kind of announcement was guaranteed to empty any establishment. Bar, restaurant, boy scout meeting, you name it. When I reached the fence line, it was apparent that something had happened. There was a cloud of dust in the air that was slowly settling. I could hear equine squeals,.