It was the summer of 1986 that I turned 18. I had just graduated from high school and had the whole world in front of me. State college was just a few short months away and I was looking forward to enjoying my last summer at home. Little did I know what those few months would entail. It would become a summer I would never forget.
In June of that year it was as hot as Texas could be. My father had a business trip in California and had taken my mother with him. I had no brother or sisters and was looking forward to spending a little time alone. My father owns his own business and we lived in an affluent neighborhood. The house was big and most importantly, especially in the summertime, had a pool to be enjoyed.
I had just gotten home from my part-time job when I decided to take a dip into the pool. The water felt fantastic against my tired muscles and I lazily floated on the water, enjoying the breeze that danced its way across the water.
"Hello?" I heard a voice call from within the house. "James, are you home?"
"Over here!" I responded, recognizing the voice. "I'm in the pool."
Through the screen covering the back door came Lance, a business associate and family friend of my parents. He was a handsome man, in his mid-50s, salt and pepper hair and nice build. He smiled at me as he came through the door.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you but your Dad had asked me to drop by and see how you were doing."
"Fine," I said. "Just enjoying the pool."
"It is a scorcher today, isn't it," he replied. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
"Well, do you have to get back home or anything? Dad has a spare pair of trunks in the pool house. Why not come on in?"
"Sure, if you don't mind," he said almost sheepishly.
"Nah," I said, I would enjoy the company for a while."
Little did I know that an hour from now what we would be doing together.
Lance dove into the pool, back stroking across the pool to me. He smiled as he got closer to me.
