Rita's Pool

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song[1]

Rita’s Pool

Rita and I had spoken on the phone earlier that day, and she told me to bring my bathing suit, and we'd go for a swim in her pool. It was still unclear to me about Harley's remark, from days earlier, about Phil Paderas telling him "the pool was off limits." But I was curious, and Harley would never know.  Don't get me wrong, despite my years in the porn business (and the dead Miss Thebolt) I'd like to believe I'm an honorable person, or at the least, I was an honorable boy. At the time I believed in love at first sight, marriage was forever, and you don't screw around with someone else's girlfriend—especially if he was older, bigger, and could kick your ass.  But, she asked me to come by.  All I did was call to say hello, and she said, "Why don't you come over and go swimming?" 

Now a kid, that was born in Texas and moved around most of his young life, had never really experienced a pool—at least a private one.  Hell, I had only seen the ocean for the first time a few months earlier and now I had the opportunity to go to a pool, in the backyard of an elegant house, in an affluent neighborhood with a sweet, beautiful, sexy, gorgeous fifteen year old girl who had held my leg in a three-wheeled Westcoaster just two days earlier.  I would have had to been crazy to turn down this opportunity.  Her boyfriend Phil was out of town, Harley would never hear a word out of my mouth, and it was just a swim in the pool, I thought as I walked towards her home . . .  to continue reading

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[1]  written byVan Morrison performed by Van Morrison