Summer After Summer

“Me, too,” Misty admitted. “But I can’t seem to resist.”

“Yeah,” I said as I unfolded my long legs from the backseat of the very small car. Please God, don’t let one of Daddy’s patrolmen do the park loop and check on Bunny’s car.

Okay, Bunny was right. Shucking your clothes and skinny-dipping was decadence at its best. It was a cross between being naughty and feeling liberated.

“This is nice. But I’m still worried about snakes,” I said as I rolled over to float on my back. The only way a cottonmouth water moccasin could bite you was to latch on to a small appendage, and I had two small appendages that I did not want bitten, and we weren’t talking about fingers.

I’d always thought floating was as close as you could get to being back in the womb. It was very quiet and it gave you a serene sense of weightlessness.

“Who’s that?” Misty hissed.

I felt my tranquility take a nosedive. I jackknifed in the water just in time to see my so-called friends swimming as fast as they could toward the other side of the river.

“Hey, you!” It was a male voice. An irritated male voice.

Oh, great! It was none other than Eddie Troyer, Daddy’s newest patrolman.

Fortunately, I was far enough out in the water that he probably didn’t recognize me. Unfortunately, he was standing next to our pile of clothes.

Darn it all!

When I trained as a lifeguard I did a lot of underwater swimming. With Patrolman Troyer hot on my tail, I was certainly glad I’d learned how to hold my breath for an extended period of time.

“What are we going to do?” Bunny asked.

The three of us were crouching in the bushes as we watched the cop prowl up and down the opposite bank.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “He probably thinks we’ve drowned and he’s gonna call my daddy. They’ll bring a boat out and drag the river. We have to let them know we’re not dead.”

“No,” Misty whined.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Bunny seemed to be the only one whose brain was still working.

“He has to go back to his car to report this, right?”

“Yeah.” I could almost see where she was going with this.

“When he climbs back up the hill, we race across, grab our clothes and hide in the bushes downstream.”

“That might work.” And if it didn’t, the rookie was going to get an up-close and personal preview of my ass. But as repugnant as that seemed, I didn’t have a better idea.

“I’m in.”

“Me, too,” Misty reluctantly agreed.

She didn’t sound all that sure, but neither was I, so we were even.

The minute Eddie turned his back and trudged up the hill, we were in the water swimming like we’d jumped into a pool of piranhas.

Bunny was the first out of the water, first to grab her shorts and first to disappear into the bushes. I was right behind her. Panic and adrenaline made me very fast.

“What are we going to do about your car?” The vehicle question was something that had occurred to me the minute my brain started working. How could we explain the car? We certainly couldn’t drive past Patrolman Troyer, waving blithely on our way out.

We’d found sanctuary behind some wild grapevines. I had my underwear on, Bunny was already in her shorts and halter top, and all Misty could manage to do was sit there and moan.

“Not to worry. I have an idea,” Bunny announced—not for the first time.

It was a good thing she did; I was considering turning myself in and facing the consequences.

“You guys stay here while I sneak over to the parking lot,” Bunny instructed. “I’ll take that little cart path behind the eighteenth hole. As soon as he wanders off, I’ll hop in the car and sneak away. Then he won’t see me leave—and if he does, at least you guys won’t get caught.”

“So what do we do?” Misty asked.

“You guys walk back to the clubhouse and call someone dependable to come and get you. If anyone asks why my car was at the park, I’ll play dumb.”

“That might work.” It sounded half-baked to me but at least it was a plan. And that surpassed anything I could suggest.

“It’ll work. We just have to stick together. Skinny-dipping, are you kidding? We’re nice girls. That’s our story. Deal?” Bunny put out her hand.

“Deal.” I slapped my palm on top of hers. This was one of the benefits of sisterhood. All for one, and one for all.

“Do you think Bunny got away?” Misty whispered as we approached the clubhouse.

I’d lost my shoes somewhere, and even worse, Misty’s bra had vanished. Add that to the fact her T-shirt was wet, and we had a big problem.

“Before we go inside you need to pull your shirt out and fan yourself. Maybe it’ll dry a little.”

“Aargh!” Misty apparently hadn’t noticed the way the cotton was molded to her chest. “I can’t go in there, not like this.” She made wild waving motions with her hands.

“I agree. You hunker down over there in the lawn chair. I’ll see if they’ll let me use their phone.”

“Who are you going to call?”

That didn’t take much thought. I planned to call my best buddy. “Charlie will get us. He’s the only person I really trust.”

Wasn’t that annoying? The one person I felt I could turn to in a crisis was my good friend’s boyfriend.

“What have you girls gotten yourselves into now?” Charlie barely managed to control his chuckles when he asked the question.

All I’d had to tell him was that we needed a ride and he was on his way to retrieve us. No questions, no comments, just a “hang on, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Thank goodness!

Misty’s wild red curls had dried into a mess that resembled a Bozo the Clown wig, and heaven knows what I looked like. The term “raccoon eyes” came to mind.

“Is this gonna burn up the grapevine?” he asked.

Misty and I answered simultaneously. Her answer was an emphatic no. I was a bit more circumspect with my “I hope not. God, I hope not.”

Our answers brought another round of laughter from our chauffeur.