After going our separate ways from our evening at Niches, she invited me for a swim at her place that upcoming weekend.  She was scheduled to volunteer at an event during the day and I had to work, so we agreed to meet after our commitments were met. She warned me that traffic might be a bit of a mess, but I made it to my destination unscathed. Her face brightened into that smile I love when she saw the truck that held a familiar man in a cowboy hat drive up. As we were going to swim, she was wearing sandals and a black cotton dress covering what I assumed was her bathing suit. There was a parking lot behind the building which required an entry code and so she hopped into the cab, gave me a quick kiss, and we made our way back.  Once parked, we went upstairs so I could change and grab a couple of drinks: bourbon neat for her, and a bottle of cold beer for me. She had purchased my brand.  The sexual tension was pretty thick and I could tell she was a bit antsy. With a nervous voice, she suggested we go downstairs and sit by the pool. I had not changed into my suit yet, but agreed. The night was cool and the sun was setting. A party was taking place in the pool house, young folks were quietly swimming enjoying the warm weather. We sat in separate lounge chairs, but sideways so we could lean into each other. Unlike the patio at Niches, we were not alone, but it felt like it. I had noticed on the first night that to hide the fact that she blushes, she would try and hide behind a slight curtain of hair. But, I pushed that aside and kissed her deeply. She placed her hand on my thigh and pulled back. Her eyes were liquid. We decided to go back upstairs, and although her long dark hair was already down, Charlie Rich was right when he said “cause when we got behind closed doors…she made me glad that I am a man.”