Caliente

by DM Barrett

  Doc always told their girls that they were taking a nap. Marilyn would tell them that they were spending some quiet time together. As the girls got older, it was unlikely that they were being fooled.

  That night they groomed and dressed for Ladies Night at the nightclub. Doc wore navy dress pants and a blue and white striped shirt. True to her word Marilyn donned a large weave, black, fishnet teddy.

  The interesting part about the teddy is that it shaped and formed Marilyn while leaving little to the imagination. She received many complements from the women and a decent number of solicitations from some of the men.

  Doc opted for a table contiguous to the dance floor. He said that he wanted to be near the action. Over time he would figure out that a little less action might be better, but that was a lesson he would have to learn.

  A thirty-something, petite, Canadian, brunette came to the table carrying two test tube shaped tall shot glasses and introduced herself. She was definitely having a good time at Ladies Night. She straddled Doc’s wheelchair seat with ease.

  “I’m Stacy. Have you ever enjoyed sex-on-the beach?” she asked.

  “Not that I recall,” Doc said.

  Stacy took one of the two glasses and downed the blue colored liquid inside. She immediately tilted Doc’s head backwards and poured the second drink down his throat. Once Doc swallowed, she grabbed his head in her hands and gave him a long, wet kiss.

  It took a few years, but Doc later admitted that he almost leaped from the chair and exclaimed, “I’m healed!”

  Stacy gave Doc a big huge, a kiss on the left cheek, and stood up. She walked around the dance floor and returned the glasses to the bar.

  “Well . . . wasn’t that special?!” Marilyn said with her best Saturday Night Live church lady voice.

  “You’ll have to tell me later. I can’t hear you. The music is too loud,” Doc said.

  “He’s got selective hearing,” Marilyn thought to herself. “He doesn’t need sex on the beach. He’s had it everywhere else over the last ten years,” she mused.

  A petite blonde approached Doc and Marilyn’s table. They had not seen her before. Given the past week’s events, they were prepared for just about anything.

  “I’m Suzy Randolph. I’m the manager at Spa Sereno,” the lady explained.

  “We’re pleased to meet you,” Marilyn replied.

  “How was your spa experience?” Suzy asked.

  “It was very nice,” Marilyn replied.

  “Nice! Nice! It got her heart pumping and her blood pounding,” Doc exclaimed.

  “Paul is known for producing that effect,” she replied.

  “No doubt,” Marilyn said under her breath.

  “Come on, tiger. I’ll get your heart pounding and your blood pumping,” Marilyn offered.

  “Not more than when Waver shows up in two days,” Doc reminded.

  7. To A Mouse (Part I)

  It was almost midnight. Doc and Marilyn waited patiently for Waver’s plane to arrive and meet her at the baggage carousel. The incoming flight board noted that her flight had arrived, and the passengers were deplaning.

  Due to almost blizzard conditions in Minneapolis-St. Paul, Roger had to send Waver a day early. The plan was for her to arrive in the late hours of Saturday night to avoid most of the weekend crowd.

  The inclement weather put her at Caliente in the late hours of Friday night. Her arrival would coincide with another rambunctious Saturday and Sunday.

  After retrieving Waver’s bags, the trio made their way toward the Lincoln Navigator. It wasn’t a long distance from baggage claim to the handicap space just outside Tampa International’s main terminal.

  Just before reaching the vehicle, Wavier exclaimed, “Wait! Wait! I’ve got to get out of some of these clothes!”

  Marilyn and Doc giggled before Doc said, “We know exactly how you feel.”

  They made the twenty-minute trip from the airport to the resort in record time. The security gate was closed but Doc used his key card to open the tall gate and gain entrance.

  It was about five minutes from the gate to 69 Sand Hill Crane Drive. He hoped that it would be uneventful, but at Caliente sometimes things just have a way of happening.

  The streets appeared vacant on that early Saturday morning. Just as they turned into Doc’s neighborhood, a naked man on a bicycle crossed the intersection in front of the Lincoln.

  “He’s naked,” Waver remarked.

  “I think he was wearing a white swimsuit,” Doc replied.

  “He was naked,” Waver repeated.

  “I’m pretty sure he was wearing a Speedo. It’s a very brief swimsuit,” Marilyn said.

  “He was naked,” Waver said for a third time as they pulled into the garage.

  “Why do you think he was naked?” Doc asked.

  “He had his ding dong wrapped in some gold rings,” Waver said.

  Before either Doc or Marilyn could speak, Waver added, “He must be stretching it like some of those African women stretch their necks with rings.”

  Not wanting to advance the discussion further, the pair got Waver into the house and got her settled. Doc and Marilyn gave each other a knowing look.

  Keeping Waver shielded from hundreds of nudists for an entire weekend at the clothing optional resort was going to be much harder than they imagined. They had no idea what was ahead.

  * * *

  Doc’s brother, Roger, had given him certain instructions regarding the care and feeding of Waver for the next week. She had certain dietary requirements and needed two prescriptions filled.

  The dietary requirements so-called were actually only Waver’s dietary preferences. Nevertheless, they were requirements as far as Waver was concerned.

  Waver was an early riser and she caught Doc and Marilyn before they could make a quick trip to Walmart for her groceries and medication. It was misting rain outside. The pair believed that the light rain, referred to as liquid sunshine by the locals, would deter Waver from having any encounters before they returned.

  Like Robert Burns said in his poem, To A Mouse, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men oft go awry an’ leave us naught but grief an’ pain.”

  Waver bathed, dressed and groomed to greet the day. It wasn’t long before Doc and Marilyn’s best laid scheme went awry.

  The doorbell rang and Waver made her way to the front door. She opened the door and saw a very beautiful young women standing at the door with a briefcase in her hand.

  “I’m Claire and I represent LDS,” she said.

  Waver replied, “Honey, I don’t have anything against the Mormons, but I’ve been a Methodist for over 60 years. You’d have more luck sticking a hot, greased poker up a wildcat’s ass than proselyting me.”

  “I’m not with the Latter-day Saints. I represent the Lifestyle Dating Service,” Claire responded.

  “Well, I know that my son, David, moved down here to improve himself with the lifestyle. His wife, Marilyn, was supportive and so am I,” Waver said.

  There was no meeting of the minds between Waver and Claire at that moment. Those trains were running on two different tracks.

  “May I come in and talk about Lifestyle Dating Service?” she asked.

  “I’m the only single one in this house,” Waver said with a chuckle.

  “Let’s explore some possibilities for you,” Claire suggested.

  “You can come in and chat, but I doubt you’ve got a magic wand in that valise,” Waver said with a chuckle.

  Waver invited her to sit on the large sofa in the living room. It wasn’t long before Claire began to tout the benefits of the Lifestyle Dating Service.

  “LDS is a social organization. We provide travel assistance to exotic destinations, host monthly social events for our members, and provide a website for our members to arrange dates with other members,” Claire explained.

  “Well, if I was 20 years younger and single, you might make a sale today,” Waver replied.

  “You don’t have
to be younger. We have young men that actually prefer older women. I can have you hooked up with a young, handsome man within 24 hours,” Claire boasted.

  “How much would that cost?” Waver asked.

  “The first month is free. If you like it and want to continue as a member, there’s a monthly membership charge,” she explained.

  “I’m only going to be here a week,” Waver said.

  “Not a problem. We have affiliated clubs in most large cities,” Claire remarked.

  “I live in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area. You got any of those hot, young men there?” Waver asked.

  After checking her LDS directory, she announced, “We have a large club there. Your trial membership is good while you’re here and at any of our affiliated clubs outside Tampa.”

  “Are there any activities around this week?” Waver asked.

  “We have a Sexy Silver party tonight at the Caliente nightclub,” Claire responded.

  “Sign me up, I don’t need a man, but I don’t mind a little window shopping,” Waver exclaimed.

  Within minutes of Claire leaving, Kimberly and Coco ring the doorbell. When she opened the door, she saw two young ladies clad in colorful, very brief wraps. Each of them was holding a tray of Jello shooters.

  “How can I help you?” Waver asked.

  “We’re having an after-party for LDS tonight. Doc said we could put these in his large freezer for later,” Kimberly explained.

  “Is that Jello?” Waver asked.

  “They’re called Jello shooters. You just dump them into your mouth,” Coco replied.

  “Would you like one or two now?” Kimberly inquired.

  “I just ate breakfast a few hours ago. Maybe later,” Waver said.

  The trio made their way to the large kitchen. The young ladies positioned the trays in Doc’s freezer. They thanked Waver and she walked to the front door with them to bid the ladies farewell.

  Doc and Marilyn had been absent for about two hours and Waver was getting bored. She began rummaging through the house and made her way to the large laundry room.

  Waver decided that she would do their laundry. When she removed the first load from the dryer, she quickly noticed that some repair work was needed. It wasn’t long until she had taken care of mending some garments.

  She heard Doc and Marilyn make their way through the house while calling her name. She appeared in the living room and announced her presence.

  “How are you doing, Mom?” Doc inquired.

  “Well, it was a busy morning. You had several visitors,” she replied.

  Doc turned very pale and so did Marilyn. Neither uttered a word before Waver continued her account of events.

  “There was a nice LDS girl that showed up and invited me to join. She offered a month’s free membership. I accepted and told her I’d come to the next meeting. However, I’m not sure that it’ll do me any good,” Waver explained.

  “That’s pretty strange,” Marilyn said.

  “That’s what I thought. Especially with her telling me that they had lots of younger men looking for older women. I may just go up to that Silver Singles party at the nightclub tonight. Just because you look at the menu, you’re not obligated to place an order,” Waver remarked.

  “Mom, that nightclub will be noisy and very crowded. I don’t think you’ll like it at all,” Doc said discouraging Waver.

  “I’ll see how I feel tonight. If they like older women, I could be like a Twinkie in a room full of fat boys,” Waver said.

  “Oh my,” Marilyn replied.

  “Indeed,” Doc remarked.

  “Two young women stopped by with two trays of Jello for your freezer. They are having a party tonight. They said that you gave them permission,” Waver reported.

  “I need to sit down,” Marilyn said.

  “How did that go?” Doc said fearing the answer.

  “They were very nice and very polite. They had on a wrap-style dress, but it was obvious that they weren’t wearing undergarments,” Waver said.

  “It’s Florida, Waver,” Doc explained.

  “If those outfits were any shorter, you’d see Christmas,” Waver said.

  “I need a glass of red wine,” Marilyn said.

  “I guess you’re taking communion early this week,” Waver replied slightly sarcastically.

  “I’m not sure that I’m going to make it till tomorrow,” Marilyn said.

  “I did your laundry and saw that you hadn’t taken time to do repairs to your undergarments,” Waver opined.

  “What are you talking about, Waver?” Doc queried.

  “She had ripped the seat out of four pair of her panties. I sewed them back together. You’ll never know they were ripped. I double stitched all four pair,” Waver said.

  Realizing that Waver had just sewn the crotch together in the panties she bought from the Lust boutique, Marilyn uttered a muffled, “Thanks.”

  “Honey you can’t put ten pound of feathers in a five-pound bag. You need to buy a size larger,” Waver suggested.

  “Waver, we got your prescriptions filled. We rushed back to make sure that you take your medicine. We need to go back to grocery shop,” Marilyn said.

  “I’ll be fine here. I’m sure I can find something to get into,” she replied.

  Doc turned his wheelchair and faced the door. He thought to himself and that’s what I’m worried about.

  On their drive to the grocery store, it was obvious that she was still fuming about the panty incident. It was more about what Waver said than what she did.

  “Ten pounds of feathers, she said! Ten pounds of feathers, my ass,” she remarked.

  “I think that was her point,” Doc replied with some slight humor in his voice.

  “Let me tell you something Dr. David Michaels! Those panties have a lot of stretch in them,” Marilyn replied with a slightly raised voice.

  “Not according to Waver,” Doc said tongue-in-cheek.

  Before Marilyn could make a reply, her phone rang. She saw that it was Roger, her husband’s brother.

  “It’s Roger. Talk to him. I’m driving,” she instructed.

  “I’ll put him on speaker. He’ll get a two for one special,” Doc said.

  “David, are you enjoying marital bliss?” Marilyn inquired.

  “It’s raining. Amber has a cold and stomach virus. She’s angry that we didn’t come to Florida,” Roger replied.

  “That’s what happens when you sleep with nothing but a thin man on top of you,” Doc remarked.

  “David, that’s rude,” she responded.

  “Speaking of rude . . . how’s goes the Waver experience?” Roger asked.

  “While we were at the pharmacy, she got a 30-day free membership with the Mormons,” Doc reported.

  “Mormons! She’s a lifelong Methodist, Roger exclaimed.

  “It was a local social club with the acronym LDS for Lifestyle Dating Service,” Marilyn explained.

  “Why did she join?” Roger asked.

  “They told her they had younger men looking for older women,” Doc said.

  “She told me that looking at the menu didn’t obligate you to order,” Marilyn said with a laugh.

  “Was there anything else eventful today?” his brother inquired.

  “She sewed the crotch together on four pair of Marilyn’s crotchless panties. She thought they were ripped because Marilyn was putting ten pounds of feathers in a five-pound bag,” Doc reported.

  “You gotta pick that scab. You just have to pick that scab,” she remarked.

  “That’s as much as I can stand to hear right now,” Roger remarked.

  “Call back in about five or six hours for a Waver update,” Doc suggested.

  “I will definitely check back,” Roger said as he ended the conversation.

  “You think my ass is big, don’t you?” Marilyn asked.

  “I never said that. That’s your imagination at work,” he replied.

  “You keep quoting Waver. What do you really thi
nk?” Marilyn implored.

  “I’m like Goldilocks at the three bears’ house,” Doc said.

  “What does that mean?” she inquired.

  “To paraphrase Goldilocks: It’s not too big. It’s not too little. It’s just right,” Doc opined.

  “Let’s get that medicine and get back. You’re about to find the true meaning of ‘just right’,” she promised.

  * * *

  It was mid-afternoon and Waver was starting to get hungry. Doc and Marilyn were not back with her groceries. She just needed a snack, so she made her way to the freezer.

  Waver opened the freezer door, removed a couple of the barely congealed Jello shooters, and let them slide down her throat. These must be that sugar free Jello she thought. It’s got a bite to it.

  After overcoming the slight bite of the Vodka in the shooters, she opted for two more shooters. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the special Jello started to have its effect.

  Waver roamed around the house for a bit. She decided to take a quick dip in the large, heated, indoor pool. She didn’t bring a swimsuit, so she decided to take a skinny dip while no one was there but her.

  After about fifteen minutes in the pool, Waver felt the full effects of four Jello shooters. She thought she was a victim of low blood sugar.

  While she sat there in a Jello shooters stupor, there was a knock on the front door. On the second round of knocking, the rapping got much louder.

  Realizing that answering the door in person would be a chore, Waver loudly yelled, “Come in!” Mako made his way into the pool area and stood silent and surprised.

  “I’m Dr. David Michaels’ mother, Waver,” she said.

  “I’m his neighbor, Mako Jenkins,” he replied.

  “Mako, we have a problem,” Waver said.

  “How can I help?” Mako asked.

  “I had four of those tubes of that diet Jello those two female friends of David’s put in the freezer. Instead of boosting my blood sugar, I think they made my blood sugar drop,” Waver explained.

  “Ms. Michaels, I’m pretty sure that they were Jello shooters made with vodka and Jello. You probably just have a little buzz going,” Mako explained.