The night my sister Cynthia turned seventeen, we had a small family party. After we had the cake, my dad asked what we were going to do with the rest of the evening.

My mother said, “Remember you and I have a bridge club meeting tonight.” My father nodded his assent.

Cynthia said she was going to take a long bath and go to bed.

“What about you, Richard?” my mother asked me.

“I’m just going to hang around with my friends till bedtime.”

“Try to keep in mind that you’re only fifteen and shouldn’t hang around with older kids so much” my dad said.

“Those guys are OK; we just have a good time.” I replied, sliding out of my chair and heading for the back door.

As soon as I got to the back of our yard I gave the low warbling whistle we used to signal each other that we were out. I heard a single reply that sounded like Tony Benda, a seventeen year old that was always trying to take over the gang. The rest of the guys in the gang were either 14 or fifteen. I had to come up with a lot of interesting stuff to keep the other guys from hanging with Tony instead of me. I had a good idea for the evening.

“Hey Tony!” I said as he came up. “For twenty bucks I’ll let you see my sister naked.”

“Get outta town.” Tony hooted. “Cynthia?” Here’s your twenty, you’re on.”

“OK. Give me about 5 minutes and meet me over by the tall bush at the corner of the house.”

With a little metal rod I had made, I could raise the blind on the lower window from the outside a few inches.

I checked the lights inside. I wanted to wait until Cynthia was in the room before I raised the blind. I saw the lights snap on, gave her a few seconds then lifted the blind.

She was already naked and running the tub. I gave Tony the high sign and he moved up and got a good eyeful as Cynthia stepped into the tub.

We stood in the back yard as the rest of the gang gathered. As each one came up, I took another twenty bucks and lined them up at the window. Cynthia was lounging in the tub, soaping herself and scrubbing with a Loofah. It was a fabulous show, and all my friends were enjoying it.

Then Bobby stumbled against the siding with a clank when he took his turn at the window. A few seconds later, the window went up and Cynthia’s voice shrieked across the yard.

“Richard, you little bastard! Get in here. And bring all your little deviant friends with you.”

“I see who you all are, and I know your parents! Billy Kinard, Joe Bridge, I see you out there. Tony Benda, don’t think I can’t see you slinking away back there. All of you in the house, now!”

There was no way to get out of this; I knew I was in real trouble. Cynthia was vicious when angry, she would tell my mom and dad and there would be hell to pay. I told the gang that the best thing would be to go in and let her yell herself calm.

They agreed to go along, so we trouped into the back hall. Cynthia stepped to the door of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
“Get in here”, she hissed at us. All seven of us walked into the bathroom. It was a big room designed for the Jacuzzi Cynthia had been in.

“OK. Richard, you can go.”

I was surprised but relieved and started walking out. Then Cynthia snapped:

“Wait a minute. “What did he charge you to look at me?” She directed her question at Tom Sullivan. He was too startled to lie, “Twenty bucks … worth it too.” he stammered.

“OK, Richard, give me the hundred and get out. I fished the wad of bills out of my jeans, dropped it on the end table and left.

Naturally, I wanted to see what happened, so I went back around the back and stood by the window again.