here. Well, at this time, she had just started dating a guy who would become her husband, but at the time of this incident, none of us knew that yet. We would hang out and play games and drink beer and listen to music and talk.
Well, this one hot summer night (none of us had air-conditioning in our houses back then which now seems unbelievable), we decided to go for a swim. This was my husband's idea. He was always a renegade and loved sneaking into pools and hot tubs for a quick dip. We had used this pool many times. No one ever suspected us because we were grown and quiet and were only around for about 15 minutes or so.
Then, she got the idea to steal their clothes which were lying in clumps around the pool.
We jumped up from our seats and I headed toward my husband's clothes, she toward her boyfriend's. They caught on at once and rescued their clothing. I must have grabbed John G.'s clothes in route to my husband's because his were the only clothes we managed to get away with. He was very nonchalant and I don't even remember what happened to his clothes. Did we surrender them to him? Did we carry them off?
Anyway, Kay and I headed home. Her boyfriend and my husband easily caught up with us, and then--whizzzz! John G. streaked past us. Literally streaked, as in ran by with no stitch of clothes on!
We hooted and cheered.
That was a long time ago, but Kay and I still bring it up from time to time. Remember the time John G. ran naked from the pool?!
I often sit out on this porch in the night and remember those times when we sat out late trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to keep cool, cracking jokes and beginning the trajectory of our lives.
I don't go sneaking in to other people's pools anymore--though I might challenge Kay to it one night yet!