Swimming Hole Extortionist
The cool water felt wonderful on the skin of my naked body as I swam and cavorted about that hot July afternoon all those years ago. It was fantastic and blissful to be young, naked and carefree. I hadn’t really planned this. As far as my aunt and uncle whom I’d been staying with were concerned I was just taking a walk in the country landscape a couple miles from their farm. And a walk is exactly what I had intended to do as I’d strolled down the road. The heat had started to get to me when a vague memory of a swimming hole my aunt and uncle had taken my family to when I was really little came to mind. Certain landmarks had seemed familiar and soon I had spotted the distant grove …