The HoleA Story by Michael StevensA forgotten Clem Gummer tale (out of order)![]() After they'd been living in his house for
about three months, and now it was the first hot day of summer, Clem Gummer had
decided it was too fricking hot out, as he glared in the glare cast by the rays
of the merciless sun directly overhead.
Nearby, his friend Del Faucet looked like he was regretting his offer of
helping Clem with the yard work. It was
a blazing hot summer day, and the sun hung like a personalized blast furnace,
testing the limits of what a person could take.
He was already on his 5th beer, and was apparently sweating them out
before he could feel any effects; and, they
did nothing to cool him off.
It had just now turned 2 pm, and if it
seemed unbearable now, he could only imagine what it would feel like in another
hour or two. He usually disliked even
showering and avoided it at all costs, to which his buckskin coat that could stand by itself
could attest, but he needed to cool off, and the only place he could think
of for doing that was Gummer Pond, a swimming hole that his dad had dug years
ago in one corner of the property.
"Hey Del; let's take a break and go
for a swim."
"I thought you'd never ask, but
where?"
"You wouldn't know this, but there's
a pond on my property."
"Oh yeah? Sounds like a plan; let's go; I'll just run
up to the house and don my swimming trunks!"
"Oh, you won't need them; let's just
go skinny dipping. There's no one to see
way out here."
"Well, okay I guess, but I'll feel naked without my swim trunks; eh, ha, ha!"
Shut
yer pie hole, sum b***h! Clem thought.
******
After several minutes of hard slogging,
where every step seemed to ne taking them deeper into Dante's Inferno, they
came upon a small pond. Clem stripped
off all his clothes, but kept his hat on; He'd be damned if he ever took off
his lucky hat. He even showered with it
on, on the once a week or so he made himself take one. He wadded right in, and was soon joined by
Del, who almost burst out laughing at a completely-naked Clem wearing nothing
but a smile and a hat.
They soon were splashing and enjoying the
temporary respite from the suffocating heat.
They were so absorbed in enjoying the coolness they failed to notice the
group of about 20 ladies approaching the pond.
The first notice they were there was Clem heard a high pitched scream,
when one of the girls caught site of them as they exited the water to get
dressed. He glanced up sharply, saw the
women, and doffed his hat,
"Ladies!" He didn't know what else to do. He was totally shocked to see what looked like
a tour group in the middle of his property, although unless the wanted to look
at pipe, there wasn't much worth seeing.
The tour guide said rather disgustedly,
"Perverts!"
Clem, having nowhere to hide, replied,
"Well excuse us! We didn't expect a group of ladies traipsing
through private property!"
"Private? Isn't this state forest?"
"No ma'am, the state forest is over
beyond that hill," he replied, pointing to the west.
"Oh, then I apologize, we must have
taken a wrong turn somewhere; well, come on ladies," and the whole group
started marching off to the west.
Clem replied, with his spud waving in the
breeze, "Wait, where are you ladies going?
Okay, but you're going to miss the show!"
The End © 2015 Michael Stevens |
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