Chapter 14

Fortunately, I do have a riding mower, so mowing my lawn isn’t such a hard job. In fact, there are days when it can be downright enjoyable, especially when my neighbor, Diana Marklin, lounges around her swimming pool in one of her scanty bikinis.

It didn’t look like today was going to be one of my lucky days. As I rode the mower around my yard, I occasionally glanced toward the pool in the yard behind Marklin house, but Diana wasn’t there.

I was just about finished when I glanced over at the Marklin place one last time and saw Diana, wearing one of the scantiest swimsuits I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, step out of the back door of her house. She was a spectacular specimen of femininity and the suit made really was a knockout. I couldn’t help staring at her, and at what there was of the suimsuit, as she walked to the pool and lowered herself into a chaise lounge.

The suit was made of some kind of metallic fabric with a blue and green print. It covered – just barely – Diana’s lith