Six of Cups

A Farm—EVENING

Sailor Lou, Mary and I get to the compound late for the party. Rather than wait in line for the bathroom to shower up as Mary does or do nothing as Lou, I decide a middle-of-the-road approach. I can change out of my field clothes quickly in the bushes and freshen up a bit with the garden hose.

As I am changing out back I can smell that there are some burgers are being grilled. I can also hear Iris calling me with a “Psssst! Frank!”

It is coming from some open French doors on a low balcony behind me. When I get close and peer inside I cannot see Iris per se, but do see some movement inside. I grab a curtain blowing out of an open window and yank it off the rod to cover my semi-clothed body when I realize I have not finished changing.

Now I can see Iris. She climbs out of a four poster bed, naked and comes up behind the blowing drapes of the French doors to call to me again. She is now feigning modesty, I think, as Sailor Lou and Mary have also heard here soft call and now crowd me, and we can all see at least her breasts from our vantage. She soon gives up the façade and flings back the curtains, and steps out unto the balcony barely attempting to cover her nakedness with her hands.

She is as smooth, well-built and pink as one would have thought and she tells Lou that there are some errands for him to run. He looks disappointed, and says he will just grab a burger and go. I say I will come with him and also grab a burger.

Although I too would rather bask in her pale glow. The stop is in a bad part of village, down a winding, mountain road, and I am obligated to back him up on the mission.