She had to know what she was doing to all the young guys who hung around the municipal pool.

She had a sleek, athletic body. Her simple black swimsuit hugged her gorgeous figure. When she moved, her every step and gesture signaled confidence and poise. In the water, she swam with incredible grace and skill.

Mrs. J was also 45 years old and the mother of Charlie, a high school pal of mine.

She wasn’t the only female at the pool. Plenty of girls and young women went there to show off, same as the males. But they all seemed like clumsy players in a performance dominated by this grande dame of the water.

Oh, did I mention I had the worst crush on her, despite being half her age?

My infatuation went back to my teen years, when Charlie’s mom would host pool parties and dress in... Read More