The older couple next door sold their house to a family that included three young children under the age of four. The husband’s name was Frank, who was an accountant at a local bank, and his wife Susie, an average looking gal about 5’4 and 140 pounds with light brown hair and brown eyes. My girlfriend at the time, Becky, invited them over for a cookout and to swim in our pool soon after they moved in.

Frank was sort of an introvert, but Susie at least talked. We learned that they had married right out of high school and had been married five years. They were renting the house next door while Frank was awaiting a new job at the bank, hoping to get assigned to a bigger city with a higher salary.

We told them they could use the pool during the day as I worked a few hours at the university, but was home a lot, but not always. Susie seemed happy with the prospect of using the pool and getting some sun, but Frank said he worked long hours and probably would not be able to take advantage of the kind offer.

Susie and Becky hit it off quite well and spent a lot of time together for a couple of weeks. Then Becky and I split.

I was home the day after Beckly left and Susie told me how sorry she was about our breakup. I told her it was totally unexpected and that I was devastated. She hugged me and we began to talk.

The next week Susie and I talked a lot. Then one day she spotted me reading Playboy magazine—she said she had never seen that and asked if I enjoyed reading it. I said yes and pointed to the centerfold and said I would “love to go down on her”.