Paul never saw her again. When he awoke, she was gone. How long had he slept? The spot beside him on the bed was still warm. Looking down at the sheet, he could see a spreading stain where their combined passion fluids had spilled out between her legs.
He checked the bathroom, but she wasn't there. He looked once across the courtyard at her closed door, and then pulled the curtain across his window.
He took a long slow shower, and shaved, and dressed, and made some bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee. He sat down at the desk in front of the closed curtain and slowly ate, forcing himself to read over the top sheet of figures on the pile of papers next to his plate. After a few minutes he got into it, and by the time coffee pot was empty, Paul bad switched on the computer terminal and was working a tricky little sub-system to finish up the Engineering Dynamics contract.
The phone rang once in the middle of the afternoon. Paul cheerfully ignored it.
Just before sundown Paul dropped his pencil and switched the terminal off. The pile of papers had been reduced to a neat three-page flow-chart, and the Engineering Dynamics program would be ready to deliver in a few days.
Smiling to himself, Paul reached across the desk and opened the curtain on the window overlooking the pool.
'There's no point in being silly about this!' Paul said to himself. Deliberately, he went into the bedroom and changed into his swimming trunks.
The pool was empty when he got there. Keeping his mind blank, he hopped once on the board and plunged into the cool water. Instantly refreshed, he lapped twice around the pool, and then pulled himself up the ladder, shaking the water out of his eyes.
'Hi! You really swim good! Were you ever an athlete?'
'I swam a little bit in college,' Paul answered automatically, Then he opened his ayes and looked up at the source of the voice.
'Well, I think you really swim good! I don't know how to swim at all hardly, and I'd really like it if you could teach me some things.'
She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen. Her hair hung down in long dark curls, and her brown eyes danced in the afternoon sun.
'Who are you?'
'My name's Vicky, an I just moved in here! I'm thirteen years old, and I'm gonna go to Jefferson Junior High right up the street! My mommy bought me a lot of new clothes to wear to school, and I got four new records too, for not bein' a hassle while we were moving!'
'Wow!' Paul said.
Her body was slightly more mature than Lisa's, but not much. It showed most in the breasts. She was wearing a tight T-shirt, and her little breasts stood up proudly, jiggling slightly when she talked. Her nipples were pointed, clearly visible through the shirt.
'My mommy and my daddy are gonna get a divorce 'cause my daddy got a new girl friend, so me and my mommy are gonna live together here for a while. My mommy works at night as a cocktail waitress and she makes a lot of money! But I have to stay home and watch TV by myself all the time, and that's not much fun, so I like to know who all the people in the neighborhood are so I can go visit 'em while my mommy's at work!'
'Uh-huh!' Paul said, climbing the rest of the way out of the pool.
In addition to the shirt, she was wearing a very short skirt of blue denim, over long slender legs that were nicely tanned. She swirled around while he was climbing up the ladder, and the skirt flipped up, showing him a beautifully voluptuous little ass, encased in pale yellow bikini panties.
'I specially like to go visit people who have TV sets, 'cause I, like to watch TV, but I don't like to be all alone! The last place me'n mommy lived, there was this nice man across the hall and he had this color TV set, and I used to go over there and watch it while mommy was at work. I used to go over there in my nightgown to watch, 'cause the set was in the bedroom, an we got to be really good friends! Except now we had to move 'cause daddy was bothering mommy, and now we live here, and we only got a black'n white. Where do you live?'
'Let me show you!' Paul said.
