Then she cocked her head, concentrated for a second, and said, “We’re turning around, heading back to land. I better get that water to Mom, they’re going to wonder what happened to us. You owe me one stud.”
“Sure do.”
As Jennie hand her mother a bottle of water, Mrs. Hollins kissed her daughter in appreciation, they each took a long sip, talked, the conversation inaudible over the roar of the boat.
* * * * *
“Your boyfriend tastes good.”
“Sure does, enjoy the show?”
“That I did. You think he’s the one?”
“Yeah. What do you think?”
“I’ve been thinking it from day one.”
“Me too. Dad suspicious?”
“No, although you two might want to be a little more careful. As long as you were gone, it was clear you weren’t fetching water. If your father had been paying attention…”
“But he wasn’t Mom, although you were.”
“Well, a girl’s gotta get her kicks. You give great head.”
Then, raising herself on her forearms, exposing her body and breasts, Mrs. Hollins scanned the horizon and said, “We’ll be in sight of land soon, let’s catch a few more rays. Give me the lotion, I’ll do your back, then you can do mine. Your boyfriend will enjoy the show.”
* * * * *
As we approached the harbor Mr. Hollins tooted the horn and Jennie and her mother sat up, casually finished their water, turned squarely in my direction and, showing all the goods, put their bikinis on.
* * * * *
A few days later I was at the Hollins’ house when Jennie’s phone pinged. She opened the message, read it, read it again, pumped her fist and said, “Yes! Whitman scheduled me for an interview, but crap, it’s next Friday. Mom, that’s your birthday.”
Whitman was Jennie’s dream college, the one she had no chance of getting into. Still, the assistant director of admissions had been a fraternity brother of Mr. Hollins, not one Mr. Hollins had been close to, but perhaps, maybe. Mr. Hollins was to go with Jennie to the interview, see if he could influence the decision.
Mrs. Hollins said, “Honey, when you’re in you late thirties your birthday is not that big a deal and, in any case, we weren’t planning to do anything as a family until Saturday.”
Jennie said, “But still Mom, it’s your birthday. Dad and I can’t leave.”
Mrs. Hollins said, “Of course you can, I’ll find something to do.”
Jennie looked at me with expectant eyes and I said, “Look, with your daughter out of town I’ll be foot loose and fancy free. Let me take you out. We’ll do something different, something you wouldn’t normally do.”
Jennie said, “That’s a great idea Mom and I know just the place. There’s a club not too far from campus. It has a mixed crowd, not just students.”
Mrs. Hollins said, “I don’t know, you sure you want to go out with an old lady Michael?”
“What old lady, you bringing a friend? With Jennie out of town you’ll be the finest woman around.”
Mrs. Hollins said, “What, I’m not as hot as my daughter?”
Jennie said, “Mom, you and I will pick out something for you to wear, show my boyfriend exactly how hot you can be.”
We ran it, well at least the general concept, by Mr Hollins; he said it was an excellent idea.