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Saturday at the Lake
Chapter 1. Surprise Contact


When the phone tucked down in his front pocket rang out, Davos hoped it was a buddy from school calling. The school year had just ended a
week earlier and it doesn't take many days till being home alone with his younger brother got boring. Davos pulled the phone out, expecting to
see the name of a schoolmate on the screen, but there was a number showing not recognized. Distrusting unknown callers, Davos answered the
phone. A female voice, one he didn't recognize, replied to his "Hello?".

"Is that you, Davos? Great...glad I got hold of you. This is Mrs. Marple."

"Um...Mrs. Marple?" Davos repeated, the name not exactly familiar to him either.

The voice on the other end laughs. "I guess you don't recall the name. Our acquaintance was only for a couple days. I'm sure you remember
swimming and a picnic lunch with my two daughters. Marilyn and Julieta enjoyed getting to know you last summer."

A flood of memories crashes into his brain, nearly causing Davos to drop the phone.

"Ya ya yes...I remember." He couldn't say anything more.

"As you know, I had a good time with your mother, and what a great mom you have you should be so proud. I called her before contacting you.
She was pleased to hear from me, and she agreed to our getting together again."

Davos is thunderstruck by this. "Ga ga getting together? Really?"

The woman on the other end laughs again. "It's all worked out. This coming Saturday meet us at my sister's house, you know the one with the
swimming pool in the backyard."

Davos gulped, his throat suddenly getting dry and his fingers tremble slightly. "I...I remember the house."

"Great. See you at 10am this Saturday. It will be wonderful to see you again, Davos. I can't wait. Goodbye till then."

The message ends. Davos stares at the number on the screen till the screen goes black. "Fuckmeister! That was unexpected."

Footsteps and a voice from behind startled him, nearly made him drop the phone again.

"What's unexpected?" asks twelve year old Baron.

As usual, the younger brother is butting into his business, and always at the worst possible moment like what happened only recently when
Baron used a screwdriver to undo the lock on the bathroom door, barging in unannounced to catch Davos jerking off at the sink while looking
at himself in the mirror. Little brothers can be a FREAKING big pain. Davos had no answer when Baron laughs and inquires "Why are you
doing that?"

"Was that mom on the phone? She said this will be her day to stay late at work."

"Oh...it's a call from someone I met last summer, no big deal. Nothing to tell you."

"Well, I'm bored. Wanna play a video game?"

"Just go outside and play with yourself," Davos said a little too loudly, too impatiently.

Baron looks disappointed, but he does have a good comeback as he turns around to leave the room. "You're the one who plays with himself."

Davos grimaces, shakes his head. It's a current curse to be fifteen years old and horny as hell half the time. If he didn't play with himself at
least every other day or so he would die. Davos goes to his room, same room belonging to brother Baron, a place where he often sneaks in a
playful session or two on himself at night while the kid brother is hopefully asleep on the bunk bed right above him. Needing a moment of
alone time, Davos plops down on his lower bunk.

Davos never told his brother all the details about what happened the previous summer, as he figured Baron was too young to understand it.
The things that go through a teenager's mind are not fit to be shared with someone only eleven at the time. His mother knew some of it, but
even she was not aware of everything. And now his mother had just agreed to bring the Marple girls back into his life. OH BROTHER...what
is he gonna do?

Oh I'm very excited to see where this one goes. What happened that made Davos not seem enthusiastic?!

Can't wait to find out what happened previously with the girls.

Saturday at the Lake
Chapter 2. Fixing a Mower


Davos lay in his bed, stunned by what had just happened. He could not believe it. His mom granted permission to a bunch of near total
strangers to visit him this Saturday. Why would she do such a thing without asking him? Maybe he could tell her that he won't do it. She will
ask why, but Davos doesn't want to tell her why. He'd have to spill some secrets he'd rather remain hidden. Maybe he could just disappear
when the time came, make himself scarce for a day. He'd be punished, but that would be less painful than confiding some dark secrets.
If he remembered correctly, it all started on a Saturday.

* * * * *

It's a beautiful Saturday and Davos is skateboarding down the sidewalk. He was considering going down to the skater park about a mile away,
not too far to go on a board that is nearly brand new which he wants to show off. Most of the guys at the park at the small skateboard section
will be around his age, 13 to 15. Being fourteen years old, he had finally gotten used to his growth spurt and was better coordinated physically.
For a couple months there during the last months of being thirteen, he'd grown six inches in what seemed six weeks. Davos was constantly
tripping over his new big feet and suddenly longer legs during that time. What developed down in the boy parts department was equally
amazing, though much more interesting.

One block from his house, Davos heard a woman calling to him. This woman was sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair. She was
dressed in shorts and a tank-top. That isn't so unusual, but the woman looked to be several years older than his mom, and a woman wearing
a tank-top at that age is unusual. Her partially graying hair is tied back with a ribbon. She stood up, then stepped down the steps. She
has a tired and frustrated appearance.

"Maybe you can help me, young man," the woman waved him over. "You look like someone who knows how to start a lawn mower."

Davos stopped and let the woman approach. She looked sincere, maybe desperate for help. "Sure, lady. I've mowed a few lawns. I have
to do it at home."

"If you can figure out why my mower won't start, I'd be very grateful. I'll give you some money for your trouble."

"It's no trouble ma'am. Show me where it is."

The woman walked Davos around the side yard, through a wooden gate, and into the backyard. An old model red colored rusty mower sat
near the back of the house. After a couple minutes of inspecting it, Davos figured out the cause.

"The sparkplug is loose...and it's dirty." The sparkplug is pulled out, and Davos cleans the dirt and brown oil of off it. He used his own shirt
to clean the plug, and this seemed to impress the lady. After putting the plug back in the mower started up right away.

"That is so nice of you. You are an industrious youngster. Here...let me reward you."

The woman pulled out a ten dollar bill from her front shorts pocket. She looks for something else, but the ten is the only bill she found.

"Hmmm, this seems to be all I have. If you mow this backyard for me, I'll give you the whole thing."

Davos immediately agreed. Making some money is better than playing around while earning nothing. The woman finally asked for his name,
and she said Davos can call her Miss Sandy. Davos got started on the yard, Miss Sandy sitting on a swing hooked up to the branch of a large
oak tree. She sat and watched while he mowed the yard. It didn't take all that long, partly because a partial above ground swimming pool
took up about a third of the space of the yard.

After the mowing was completed, Miss Sandy insisted on cleaning the sweaty and dirty shirt Davos has on.

"You can't go home wearing that dirty thing. Take it off and I'll wash it. Then it will be hung up to dry."

Davos thought that was okay. He agreed the shirt looked like shit, especially with the large brown dirty stain on it from the half corroded
sparkplug. As Miss Sandy headed into her house, she paused long enough to say, "Feel free to take those shorts off and jump into the pool.
Boxers or briefs or whatever you have on is perfectly fine. I'll bring out some iced tea and we can chat while your shirt is drying."

It felt awkward to be alone in someone else's backyard. It was even weirder to consider removing one's shorts to jump into a swimming pool.
But the older lady seemed so nice, and she was going out of her way to clean that shirt. Davos removed his shoes and socks. He slipped out
of the shorts and then slipped over the side of the pool wall. The pool is circular in shape, the brown colored wall about three
feet tall. Inside the pool there is a shallow end of three feet and a deeper section that was marked at five feet. Davos was five feet five
inches at the time, so only his head from the nose up would show when standing at the deeper end.

The water was cool, the pool fairly clean with only a few leaves floating. One can't dive into this pool but for getting refreshed it did the job.

Ten minutes later Miss Sandy is back. She has the cleaned wet shirt over one shoulder. In each hand she had a plastic cup of iced peach tea.
The shirt is laid out on the railing of the back porch to dry. Miss Sandy carries the two cups of tea toward the pool.

For another ten minutes or so the two of them enjoy the tea. Davos does a lot of listening as Miss Sandy can't keep her mouth shut. The woman
tells Davos the shortened version of her life story, how she and her sister lived in the house until the sister got married and moved to a nearby
town. Davos is sympathetic for the woman, as she seems to work all the time as a nurse and her relatives don't come by very often, usually
just once or twice each year.

After this conversation, it was time for Davos to get out of the pool. His shirt must nearly be dry, but he had wet white briefs on. If he got
out and immediately put the shorts on over them then the shorts will become soaked. Davos uses the steps to climb out of the water. He
keeps his hands in front of his bulge. He doesn't like the idea of getting dressed this way, but what is he to do about it? He is slipping the
shorts on when Miss Sandy stops him.

"That's no way to get dressed. Having wet underwear cause all sorts of problems. Believe me, I've seen some nasty cases of crotch rot. Now
you dry yourself off with this."

Davos can't believe it when Miss Sandy pulls the orange colored tank-top over her head. The woman has on a bra that seems a size too small
to properly contain her full-sized chest. Miss Sandy holds her own shirt out to him while insisting he use it to dry himself off with, mainly
his nearly see through white briefs.

Miss Sandy is older than what Davos typically finds attractive. However, having a grown woman of any age standing there in close view wearing
only a bra makes him feel naughty, and he had to use the woman's shirt to try to hide the slight increase of the bulge in the briefs. Everything seems to stick out more than normal when the clothes are wet.

"I hope you don't mind. I don't mind. I see people in various stages of undress each day, though I rarely see a cute boy of your age completely
undressed in the emergency room. Most of the time I'm mending busted collar bones or shin bones or bumps to the head on boys like you."

Davos got himself dry, handed the damp tank-top back to Miss Sandy. He finished dressing and got his own shirt. Miss Sandy walked with him
around to the front yard. She thanked him again, gave him a strong hug and sent Davos on his way.

After that day, Davos kept an eye on Miss Sandy's house. He learned to recognize her car. He learned her work schedule by keeping track of
when the car leaves and when it comes back. All of this is done in only a few trips down the street on his skateboard. The reason for the little
spy game is because Davos had the idea of using Miss Sandy's swimming pool again, but wanted the busy nurse to be gone while he used it.

I think Davos is going to realize that whenever he tries to sneak in, he won't be alone. At least not for long! Oh poor Davos!

I still need to know how he was exposed to those young girls.