Mrs. Wilson P. Farnham, of the Pennsylvania Farnhams, solid money and prestige for the last one hundred and seventy eight years in suburban Pittsburgh, was unfortunately walking her very expensive champion white toy poodle near the edge of the swimming pool, telling the dog what a delightful day it was here in sunny Florida, when the air blower left its orbit and splashed down, soaking Mrs. Farnham and her precious Princess Pia of Pittsburgh. Mrs. Farnham’s five hundred dollar summer outfit and Princess Pia’s one hundred dollar grooming couldn’t have gotten much wetter if they had both jumped in, which of course was ludicrous for someone of their social standing. Darwood, after regaining his feet, looked toward the pool just in time to see the mini tidal wave completely soak the lady and her dog. He went running towards the two apologizing in short clipped sentences as he crossed the concrete decking of the pool. Darwood’s large feet as usual got tangled up when he was trying to move too fast and he tripped over the end of the hose that was hanging over the edge of the pool. He tried to catch himself but wound up diving towards the frightened lady and her dog and tackled them so quickly that all three went flying over the edge into the very wet water.
Darwood surfaced, sputtering as he gasped for air and looked straight up into the eyes of Dilford Bailey.
“Young man. Could I please see you in my office after you’re done with your morning swim?”
Dilford Bailey helped the elderly woman out of the pool and reached over and plucked up what looked like a very saturated mop head. When he set it down on the concrete it shook and soaked Dilford like a morning shower.
“You will hear from my attorney Mr. Bailey. I have never seen such foolishness.”
Mrs. Farnham stalked off toward the resort, holding the wet dog in front of her like a soiled diaper and muttered in a tone so low that only the dog could hear her.
Dilford Bailey walked sternly towards his office in the main resort and looked back to make sure Darwood McKenzie was following like a soon to be punished puppy.
Kathy Santos, wearing a not to modest florescent green bikini, stretched out on her stomach in the white vinyl chaise lounge and undid the small fastener on the back of her bikini top. She pulled her shoulder length raven colored hair forward off her golden brown neck to fully catch the rays of the midmorning sun. Her bronze colored back glistened with coconut oil she had hastily applied before she left her second floor room. Kathy, striking looking in her early thirties, was always considered a beauty. She won her high school homecoming queen title, was voted most attractive and most likely to succeed. She was constantly being harassed by her friends to enter beauty contest but, always declined. She felt beauty was only skin deep and it was superficial to elect people to different honors just because of their looks. She had above average intelligence and wanted to make it in life with her brains not her looks. Kathy went through many boyfriends during high school and many more when she went to college. They were always trying to claim her as a trophy girlfriend and once they found out she was smarter than they were they usually bowed out of the relationship with some feeble excuse. She wasn’t interested in a serious relationship but, she would have liked more than one date with the same guy.
Mike Summers, standing at the opposite side of the gleaming azure blue Olympic size pool, winked at his twin brother Mark who was just coming out of the maintenance shed carrying a leaf net.
“Well Mark,” he whispered”, she certainly spices up the scenery around the old pool, huh.”
“You got it, buddy.” Mark replied in a hushed voice. “She could eat crackers in my bed any day of the week.”
“How old do you think she is?” Mike questioned. “Maybe thirty-five?”
“I don’t know.” Mark stated. “It’s times like this I wish we were a few years older. Eighteen just isn’t appealing to a classy women like that.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Remember the Graduate. Dustin Hoffman was about our age in the movie and he nailed that older chick Mrs. Robinson.”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t real life.” Mark answered. “No women that looked as good as that would have anything to do with kids like us, but we can sure dream, can’t we.”
“Well let’s finish cleaning the leaves out of the pool and get back to reality with those two new girls that arrived yesterday. I got dibs on that cute redhead, Sally. She had nothing but admiration for these biceps of mine. I can tell we’re going to get lucky tonight.”
“That’s fine with me, bro, I liked that brunette, Beverly, better anyway. I could feel her eyes on me as soon as she got out of the car with her mother and her little brother yesterday.
The way those girls acted I think you are right. We are definitely going to score tonight.”
Mark and Mike Summers had been hired by the corporation to be part time lifeguards and part time maintenance personal. They were one year younger than Paul Zangallio and had just recently finished their first aid training. They graduated from high school in June and had planned to make some money working in the summer before they started college in the fall. Though Paul had a baseball scholarship, both of the twins had received academic scholarships to the University of Florida because of their high scholastic scores and they both wanted to major in criminal law. They came from a wealthy family and money was no object for their college educations but they were proud that they were able to obtain scholarships on their abilities. They both could have lazied around during the summer but making their own money instead of sponging off of their parents gave them a sense of responsibility that they could carry into their future. The twins were very hard workers and the corporation told them they would always be assured a job if for some reason their college plans did not work out.
Mark and Mike were well liked by their fellow employees and they both thoroughly enjoyed the sunshine and freedom of movement working for the corporation. After they graduated from the University of Florida, they both planned to attend Stetson College of Law in Gulfport, Florida and open a partnership law practice in Tampa after they passed the Florida Bar. When their practice was in full swing they planned to invest in a resort similar to the one they now worked for and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air whenever time allowed. The boys in the meantime had what normal eighteen-year-old boys had on their mind and that was young women. Someone to enjoy the formative years together with. The twins had many girlfriends over their high school years but not any they had been serious about. These two girls from out of town might actually change that and Mark and Mike Summers thought, oh well, might as well have as much fun as we can before we have to bury ourselves in our books. You only live once.