Allison said, “Don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything or if there is anything I can tell you. It’s great to meet you.” Allison walked back across the street.
As Allison walked away, Kelly commented “She seemed pretty nice. An attractive woman too.”
“I didn’t notice,” I replied.
“Right,” Kelly said sarcastically.
We spent the next couple of evenings opening boxes to find the things we needed right away. Getting everything unpacked and put away was becoming a daunting task. Wednesday evening, our landline phone, which had been silent up to that point, rang.
Kelly answered the phone. She listened for a few moments then said into it, “Thank you. That’s very nice. Let me ask my husband.” Putting her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece, Kelly said to me, “That is Bree Roberts. She and her husband live in the middle house. They invited us to a pool party at their house Friday evening. Just the two of them, the Schultzes, and us if we want to go. What do you think?”
We didn’t have anything planned except unpacking. I could definitely use a break from that and it would be good to meet the neighbors. “Sure,” I said, “If you’re ok with it. Ask if we can bring anything.”
Speaking back into the phone, Kelly said, “Thank you again. We’ll be happy to come. What can we bring?” Kelly listened to the response, said “Great! Thanks” into the phone, and hung up. To me, she said “We can bring some beer or wine. About 6:30. Attire is swimsuits.”
We walked the short distance to the Roberts’ house about 6:45 that Friday evening. I was wearing board shorts, a tee shirt, and flips; and carrying a cooler containing a local craft IPA, a regional summer wheat beer, a good Bavarian pils, and Scottish ale. Kelly was wearing a somewhat revealing black bikini. Nothing risqué, but it did catch your attention. Kelly has the body for it and the black scraps of cloth contrasted nicely with her copper hair.
We had not yet met Bree and Peter Roberts. My first impression, which turned out to be accurate, was that they were about fifteen years older than us. Peter was a tall, slender man. Bree was much shorter, but also very slender. There were almost no curves outlined by her one-piece swimsuit. However, she had a lovely and kind face (a young Jane Seymour gives you a general idea) framed by ask-blonde hair that was starting to show a bit of grey.
The Roberts’ backyard was impressive. I don’t know whether their pool was competition size, but it was considerably larger than your typical backyard pool. A little ways away was a large in-ground Jacuzzi. Closer to the house was a built-in grill and a small refrigerator not far from what looked like a stone table. The entire pool deck and patio were done in a reddish brown tile meant to replicate marble (I assume that it was not real marble). Unless someone was hiding in the trees, the Roberts’ backyard was completely secluded.
Allison and her husband Kurt were already there. Kurt was a dark-haired and dark complexion man about my height. I’m guessing Kurt weighed about 165. He had the small but well-developed body of a distance runner or cyclist. As I learned later, he was both.