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The Pool

To me, a spotty, hormonal, teenager. Alva, the Swedish Au Pair staying with a family in our street, was a Goddess.

A creature of exquisite beauty, thrown into my life unexpectedly one day after school. I first heard her name while my dad was talking on the phone to his brother, a one sided, muffled, conversation that I didn’t at first understand. “Ere’ John listen to this, you know Dick Head, my neighbor down the road? The one that’s loaded” (The man that lived in the nice house with the pool.. I didn’t know his name was Dick)

“Eee's only gone and got ‘imself an O-pear” (Presumably some sort of fruit tree?)

“Yeah, mate, HOT…… yeah, she could ‘ave me if she played ‘er cards right haha” (Maybe something about a card game? Maybe gambling? I don’t really know)

“Yeah, I could hardly believe it myself John. This really cute young Swedish girl has moved in, to help with hearding dick heads young kids, she is called Alva……. Yeah, that’s right that’s one real fox” (Kids?.. Hearding Kids?.. Isn’t that baby goats? OK, I got this one. Mr Head, next door but one, has someone helping him with his baby goats?....and he might have a fox too. I didn’t know he had any pets.)

That will be fun, I’ll have a look through my telescope later and see if I can see them. I thought. The house in question was NOT the plot next door, the one right next to us was like a building site, all mud and half built walls. It had been like that for a couple of years, Dad said it’s not finished coz of the economy, and the wanker that owns it. (I don’t know what that means)

The next house along, past tha. The one with the pool, and the nice rose bushes. That was the one that might have the baby goats, and maybe a fox?.

The man there (That I now knew was called Mr Head) had a couple of young children that I’d seen from time to time, but I’d never seen any cute baby animals there.

My bedroom was built into the roof, and was the highest room in the house, my window mostly overlooked the half built walls next door, but, with my old antique brass telescope on its tripod, looking out of the window, I could see quite well all around Mr Heads backyard and his pool. We didn’t have a pool, I always wanted one.

Although the lens was damaged inside, and half the image was misty and blurred, it was OK for me. I’d started looking at stars with it, but it wasn’t good enough for that really, but It was fun looking over the local houses, and watching all the people, while I pretended to be a hunter or an army sniper. “Piewwwww…. Got him.... Piewww and him too”

Later, when I got home from school, I said Hi’ to dad then went up to my room. He worked mostly nightshifts. So he was usually around when I got in from school. He would have dinner ready for us at about 6pm most days, then he would head off to work at the ‘fucking warehouse’ soon after that. That’s what he called it anyway.

I had to keep very quiet in the mornings as dad came home at about 4am, and was asleep in the mornings when I got up, but he would get up sometime while I was at school.

I pointed the telescope towards Mr Heads place. And looked through the misty eyepiece. Steering it around trying to get my bearings. Water, Rose’s, paving, Stripy towel, glass of water , an arm, with a hand, and fingers with red painted nails.……a face. WOW! No goats but, a beautiful girl, stretched out in the sun. Her beauty took my breath way. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful so close up. She was like a movie star from the big screen.

I didn’t need to move the scope, I could see maybe half of her in one view. but I shifted my gaze lower, I saw a thin gold chain, thin white strings over pale soft looking skin, small triangles of material over her boobs which were rounded, and smooth, like two rounded hills with a

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