During one of many summers, home to Texas from Wisconsin,
in 1990, I drove over to Rea’s home in the middle afternoon and with her not expecting me. I entered the kitchen and called for her and there was not an answer. My first thought was that she must have been taking a nap/siesta so I checked her bedroom and she was not to be found. Then I heard water running and noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. I quietly opened the door wide enough to look into the all pink tiled bathroom and was greeted with a stunning vision. Rea was stretched on a diagonal framed in a stream of afternoon light coming through the window above the porcelain bathtub. Her hips were resting on a small blue footstool and she held her hair under the faucet at the end of the tub with the water washing through a blue tint – blue footstool, blue hair, blue water, blue eyes, and blue stain in the tub. Her body was completely nude with long legs, tight skin, and firm rounded peach breasts. She was spectacular and she was almost 90 years of age. I took in the view and thought she had not heard me so I quietly shut the bathroom and slipped away only to return at suppertime. The meal progressed as usual with the two of us in conversation meandering through many topics of mutual interest… the stock market, the low water table, the new stray cat
we named Zubedizah, the neighbors car for sale… when out of the blue, Rea enquired, “Did you visit this afternoon?”
I responded, “Yes and I was unannounced.”
Quickly she said, “ And you opened the Bathroom door to find me rinsing my hair”Again my, “Yes with apologies for catching you undressed.”
I added “What a vision you are with your tight firm body. You must have been a knockout in your flapper days.
She gave me a sharp and stern look – took a breath for emphasis and ended the conversation with, “The nudity was how I have seen you many times as a child and that is nothing between us, but to call me a knockout (pause) I was nothing less than
RAVISHING!”
Entry – August 13, 2007
