Stories : And It Rained…

This story, has only ever been told to two people and frankly I am not sure they believed me — but it actually happened in the early Spring of 1988, when I was a much younger and single man.  An unfortunate set of circumstances had converged — I was unemployed and had a lot more free time on my hands than I had had in the previous 10 years.

Late one Monday afternoon as I was returning from a long weekend in South Florida to see an ill relative, I was driving into my subdivision after a 4 hour haul — mostly on the Turnpike.  As I am making the short drive to my residence in the subdivision I notice a very nicely built, blond 20 some year old wearing a white tank top walking on the sidewalk in the direction I was heading.  Apparently he saw my head swivel — as I noted in the rearview mirror his hand go up as to signal me.  That was an unexpected reaction, but I really needed to get to my bathroom, so I continued the very short drive home and parked in the driveway.  He had to have seen me turn into my street.  As I was unloading the car, I noted the blond walking past my development without so much as a backwards glance.  Disappointing but oh well, I was not expecting anything anyway!

About 20 minutes later realized I had forgotten an item in the car.  As I opened the garage door, three things happened in rapid succession — there was a thunder-clap, it started to rain very intensely and a rather wet blond was walking up my driveway towards the open garage door.  My mouth hung open as he introduced himself.  His name has long been lost to the ages, so I will just simply call him Bill.  Bill was very handsome close up with a very nice build outlined in dripping wet clothing — and he had a very personable nature.  He gladly accepted my invitation to come inside and towel off.  It rapidly became apparent that toweling off was not the only thing on his mind.  All his clothes came off to be flung into the dryer — immediately after which we managed to find our way to the warm shower in an effort to still his shivering.  That worked very nicely.  After a lovely two hours or so of play time, he declined my offer of dinner and said he had to find his clothes and return to his apartment.

Sadly I never did see Bill again.  This was before cell phones, and I did not think to actually ask him where he lived — after all he knew exactly where I lived.  He did say that he had just relocated to this area from somewhere out west (think corn fed country boy looks) and had started working at a nearby grocery store.  I made a couple of attempts to find him over the next couple of weeks, but alas he was not to be found.

Sometimes the unexpected can happen …when it rains!

Anonymous

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