GEORGE

by Jeremy Hatch 

We had tall fences, so my wife used to sunbathe naked in the backyard on summer afternoons. When doing the dishes I could just gaze through the window at all her generous pale mounds -- her rear, or if she were on her back, then at her breasts pulling to the sides of her body. Then there was that black tangle at the base of her belly. All this made the chore very enjoyable. After the dishes were done, I would go out onto the patio, martini in one hand, cigar in the other, and ask her about the book she had been reading. That was about as close as I ever got to being a harem master -- me and my one naked woman and my other vices.
     There was a little adventure in it too, because we rented a room to a young single guy who might have come home any minute. He never did, though.
     One day I noticed that the guy who lived across the yard had a habit of walking back and forth right up against the fence that separated us. At first I thought he was trying to catch a glimpse of my wife's butt through the slats. Well, he was welcome to the sight if he wanted to work that hard for it. Eventually I figured that he was just watering some flowers he had planted at the base of that fence. Their colors showed through.     NEXT