4 comments/ 24687 views/ 1 favorites War over the Roses By: magmaman (Just some stuff going on around the old homestead, my wife Debra and I seem to attract mayhem. A few of you have expressed interest in the tales, which I really don't have to add much too, they are nutty enough being truthful. So this is one of my rambling updates, to fill things in because over the next 6 months I figure something is going to happen that I will have to write about. If you are looking for nasty sex and cheating, crap like that? Debs and I don't. Well, not exactly. Besides, I am damn near 70, and the wife has already managed to add nearly a full inch to the old root, so I have no interest in nasty sex and cheating. That is because she gives the tally whacker "stretch" exercises dang near every morning, and sometimes every night, too! Oh all right, I am fibbing, it's just a couple of times a week. OK, I like nasty sex, too, I admit that. Still. You older guys that find yourselves suddenly sexually active after a long dry spell will know exactly what I am talking about! Yes, things DO get smaller with lack of use, and bigger with a tad of help!} I can prove it. +++ I guess I have to say I was a little bit unhappy in one way, but happy for Nathan and Rachel in another when she told me about his promotion. Head Chef for the biggest restaurant in the entire chain? Not bad for a guy that can't even bait his own hook, I know, I took him fishing once. Well, I guess he did manage to get some meat on the hook, except the meat was his finger. I still snicker when the vision of that day pops into my old head. Nathan and Rachel were our neighbors for about 3, maybe 4 years, they have lived there for almost as long as Debra and I have been in our own little place. I have been here for a tad over a decade, I was once a hobby farmer but I was forced to sell out for "progress" and now I am a city dweller. Well, town...or "burg" might be the word. Small enough place that I know everybody and they know me, anyway. Debs had a house back then, but mine was smaller, warmer, and closer in, so she moved in with me when we got married. Sold the other place, I have no idea how much she got but it was pretty good. If asked I might say I don't really miss my little farm, but the truth is I do. Deer in the fields, a couple of fat Cows, the big Bald Eagle that used to sit on my fence post down by the creek? It got used to me, more than once I was within 20 feet of it and it just looked at me. They appear to be glaring, angry, but they aren't. They just want to catch a Mouse or Rabbit maybe. I was trying to train it to sit on my finger, I showed up with hot dogs, things like that. Probably not a good idea once I gave that some thought, Bald Eagles have those claws and are strong, plus they can bite. Never got that far, I was forced to move. So I am a city boy now, way it is. It's cool and it rains about all the time here in this Oregon coastal town, but we like it here. And having a mid 20's young lady that is fun to look at living right next door was a bright spot. The days that are crisp and there is no wind are wonderful, even if on the rare side. The middle of February might surprise some, we get those false Spring days, the outside temperature is into the upper 50's, the Sun is shining. I look out and see the Daffodils popping up by mid March, down at our local big box store they are setting out plants and stacks of composted steer manure. I get a kick out of that, "Steer" manure! Says so right on the bag! A vision of a bunch of Mexicans running around with little bags, avoiding the Cows and the Bulls pops right into my head every time I see that label. "Genuine" Steer manure! None of that lousy stuff from Cows. Ok. Not funny to you maybe, it is to me. I suppose someone will label me racist for the Mexican comment, but every time I go to the garden store, that is all I see working out there. I ain't racist, I am just honest. Can't fool me. Hispanic folks seem to be good gardeners, way it is. So if I need some fertilizer for my Roses, I just point. That's because I don't know how to say "Steer Shit" in Spanish. That's OK, by the way. The Mexicans know how to point in English. They point and say "Si?" which is a question. I point and say "Si!" which isn't a question. It works. +++ The roses start setting those tiny little buds, I go out and inspect each one, removing any that appear that they will not open to perfection. I also peer under every single leaf, I pick off the bugs that are not beneficial, leave the ones that are. I happen to know which are which, I got Google. My favorite time of the year, often I am outside trying to work what is still a bit too wet soil in my garden. Almost daily my neighbor Rachel comes out to see what I am doing. I really like Rachel, she has a combination of innocence and naughtiness that is delightful. How she can look and dress like she does, yet appear to have no idea at all what she looks like is beyond me. (I sort of think she knows.) I also happen to know that if I asked nice, Rachel would climb right into the sack with me, both of us married be damned. I know that, she knows that, Debs knows it and so does her hubby. I just don't, I love my wife. Hell of a concept for a story site like this, isn't it? But it's true. The thought has never once crossed my mind, that is my story and I am sticking to it! (coughcough) Rachel is in her middle 20's and the two of us are certainly now pretty good friends. Close I guess is the word, ever since a couple of years back she and Nathan were having bedroom issues and Rachel went down to see my wife Debs at the medical clinic. My Debs is a Registered Nurse Practitioner, yea, I know, I told you all that dozens of times so that's in case some new reader pops in. Debra tells me stuff, she isn't supposed to, ethics and all of that. But she knows I can keep my mouth shut. Well. Usually, anyway. How all that happened is beyond me, take a wife like mine that has no inhibitions or jealousy, combine that with a next door neighbor and client and...well...somehow I got assigned to teach Rachel about how a female body works? Yea, I know. It seemed that Rachel had no idea of what an orgasm with her husband should be like and she wanted to know. Most young girls just go out and try on several different guys until they find one that has a clue, this is today's world. Not Rachel. Nathan was the only guy she ever let touch her and they got married first which is awesome all by itself! And poor Nathan didn't have a clue. I even asked Rachel point blank about Nathan one day when she brought the subject up, (Debra's idea as I found out later), told her that maybe if she tried to slow him down some, maybe that would work? She said she did try but all that happened was he went off first before he got it in instead of 10 seconds later. Word for word. Rachel did blush at saying that. Sure, I suppose I could have taken the time to teach Nathan, but let's just say I didn't want to. You guys know why. Married and not wanting to break any vows, I guess I am stubborn that way. A sex therapist would be the logical answer, but the two of them were close to broke. Nathan's job had a fancy title, but it didn't come with benefits or a hell of a lot of pay, either. Which is where me and my supposedly talented tongue came in, Debra got to bragging and Rachel got curious and next thing I knew, I got one hell of a surprising suggestion from my wife? Teach? A cute young lady? About sex? How to orgasm? Me? No way, I am married! Well, maybe I could? Well, OK, she did insist! You don't believe that, do you? Of course no one believes that happened, but it did. Hell, even her husband Nathan knew about it, one would think he might be a little bit pissed off at the idea of the 67 year old half bald white haired guy from next door licking his wife's pussy to orgasm? He wasn't? He seemed happy about it? I can't make this shit up. I even surprised myself, I was quite successful at that. I even ran around for a few days with my chest puffed up. Hell, her hubby wasn't upset, in fact, he was pleased? Rachel now knew what she had to make Nathan do, and I guess she sort of trained him. The "make" Nathan do what she wanted was the key. I actually at first thought maybe Rachel being dominated was the thing, I was wrong. Other way around. Whatever yanks the old chain, I guess, but as it turned out, Nathan sort of liked being with a forceful female. Once Rachel had an inkling of what she was missing out on, she decided she was going to get some more of that, by God. Rachel told Debs that she sat on poor Nathan's face and told him in no uncertain terms to "stick his tongue in there just like Danny did"...? Yea, I know. You don't believe that. I don't either. Debs came home and told me what Rachel said, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. It was just the one time for the two of us. Could there have been more? Rachel got so hot she made it clear that full sex was an option, but I didn't. Darn it. Yea, I am sure of that but I am married to Debra and I like her, so I kept my pants up. What would Debra have done had I went ahead and did the whole works with my painfully young neighbor lady? There were no restrictions from Debra, no rules. She would have accepted that without complaint. But she also told me later that she was about 99% sure I wouldn't. I will never forget that day, I sat there after in misery with one of those "4 hour" long hard ons, and I didn't take any blue pill, either. Debs knew too, she isn't blind. I was so fussed up I plastered her hairless pubes the first shot, no problem there because the wife is handy at restoring things. Like it says, erection lasting longer than 4 hours? Seek medical attention. My wife is a registered Nurse. ....:) +++ Anyway, here came Rachel that sweet windless morning, right on cue. Blue jeans, a loose blouse, no bra like about always. Fun to look at is the word. Her titties could be described as taking a large Orange and cutting it in half in just the right spot, sticking one on each side. They are sort of set apart, different but nice. Delightful. The very tip of her right nipple is odd, it is inverted. Lick it some and it turns outward, just like that. The left one doesn't do that, at least it didn't the one time I did lick it. "Morning, hon!" I greeted her. "Hi Danny. Getting started on the flowers, I see?" She stuck her elbows on the low wooden fence we have between us, which makes a lot of tit show out the top of her blouse. Rachel does that all the time. You know how some women like to lean over and let a man look at the tops of their breasts, teasing? Rachel gets them almost right out in the open, lets me see. Her titties are sort of round bumps. Different in a way, pretty. And they show most of the time. She knows I like it, and I am pretty darned sure she likes it too. I have seen Rachel's titties many times before, hell, I even played with them that one time, sucked on them some. "Nathan and I have to move!" She announced, a bit of a sad tone in her voice. "Oh?" I answered, surprised at that. I had been concentrating on the top of her low cut blouse, another half inch and she would be showing me a nipple. "Yes, he was offered the job as head Chef at a fancy place in Portland, it's a lot more money. medical and even dental coverage, it's a great opportunity. We got an offer on the house already, so I guess we will be living in the city in another month or so. He got a really good price on the house, too. Nathan is so smart!" She told me. "Smart." Is how Rachel describes Nathan? She does that a lot. OK. That vision of him standing there with a fish hook embedded in his finger, (not just stuck, I mean all the way through) sand shrimp still on the hook and a one ounce lead sinker hanging down below it pops right into my old head every time she says "smart". Stupid confused look on his face, the guy was wearing shorts, he has legs the size of trash cans from riding his bike, and in the movies he could play the Pillsbury Dough Boy, no prob at all. "Well, darn. I will miss seeing you, honey." I told her, standing up. Better angle down her blouse, she didn't move, just grinned at me. Like I said, I think Rachel likes to let me look, what the hell? I like it too. "I will miss you too, Danny. I will never forget what you did for me, that was....." Her voice trailed off, she got tears in her eyes. I reached out and hugged her, started to kiss her cheek but she turned her head and kissed me on the lips. She then leaned back and grinned, her eyes still damp. "God. I really would have, you know." Then she turned and ran back to their house. I knew exactly what she meant. I bet she has mentioned that 40 times by now. That had been one hell of an experience for me, also. I did write that story, I even reread it and it sounds like a fantasy, almost tongue in cheek stuff to me. An old man like me, giving oral sex to the 20 something next door neighbor's wife, with everyone concerned's blessing? Uh huh. +++ "I see our new neighbors!" I called out to Debs. She was fresh out of the shower, getting dressed for her job as a Registered Nurse when I saw the big van pull up. 7:30 in the morning, I had no idea moving crews ever got up before noon. Debs ran over and peered out the kitchen window at them with me. That is a sight all by itself, Debra's behind bare since she doesn't wear panties to work, holding a towel to her front. Kind of nice. A man about my height climbed out of the cab, a woman that appeared to be in her early 50's slid out of the other side. There were three giant men running around the back of the rig, already grabbing furniture and stuff. They went inside the house, were back in seconds and began carrying more boxes in. Debs had to leave, I saw her give them a wave as she got into her car and left. They waved back with big smiles. Later that day, more trucks arrived, several more men were carrying big stuff like couches and chairs, TV sets inside. The big TV set took two of them, it looked to be about the same size as the one at the movie theater in town. I counted four TV sets all told, they must like movies. I have just one, a 32" flat screen. I decided these were rich folks. The woman grabbed one of chairs and sat down. She had changed into shorts and a halter top, a bottle of wine in one hand. No glass, she was tipping it back every few seconds. Things were quiet by the time Debs got home at around six PM, late like usual. They are always short handed at her clinic and her 8 hour day averages closer to 10, just the way things are. Her salary depends on how many clients she sees, and the new Medicare compensation is not all that great. Government's idea of saving money in medical care is just not paying anyone. Now that got bad enough the clinic threatened to drop taking Medicare patients, but Debra told them she would quit if they did. That worked for the time being, there is not exactly a wealth of registered Nurses around our area. She did accept a drop in pay of $2.00 per patient to help out. That doesn't sound like much but it's around $3000.00 per year. We get by, I have my Social Security since I am 69 now, and I peddle things on the auction sites. The surprise there is that my income is getting to be rather close to half of what Debs makes now, although it does mean I am married to a computer 7 days a week when I am selling stuff. I average around $100-150.00 profit per day doing that, not bad at all. We save up the money and take cruises, well, just one so far but I promised Debra that the tropics are next. The last one was to Alaska, she and I discovered we enjoyed the hell out of that trip. A very rich old fat guy and his overly scrawny wife actually made a serious attempt to seduce us on the trip, too. That was cool, and worth some great laughs for us when we were fiddling around in our cabin. We did find out what they meant by it being an "adult" cruise, and it didn't mean no kids. Go ahead and laugh at me about that one, I really didn't know. +++ We had just finished dinner and were in the kitchen doing the dishes when someone knocked on our door. It was my turn to dry so my hands were not all soapy. Yea, I help do the dishes, so what? I opened the door to our new neighbors. "Hi! I'm Jack Harrington, this is my wife Leese." He said. "Lease?" Came out of me in a question, I had never heard anyone called that before. "Leese." He said again. "With two "E's. Well, three of them I guess. It's short for Lisa." He laughed like he had just made a great joke. It popped right into my head that Lisa has four letters and Leese has five, so how could that be short for....? I kept my mouth shut, smiled. We shook hands, he had a nice strong grip which usually means a strong personality. "Well, come on in!" I opened the door wide and stood aside. They came in, Lisa looked around at everything. "Leese" I guess I mean. Why would anyone not just call a person by their given name, I mean, I never do that with my Debs. Well. I suppose I do. "Wow! Your wife keeps a lovely home!" Leese gushed. Again I kept my mouth shut, if I left Debra to her own devices she would have stacks piled onto stacks in every flat surface and corner in our home. Just keeping up with her doing that is almost a full time job, it's ME that is all spiffy and neat. I fold the underwear when I do the laundry, Debs stuffs it into the drawer. "Why thank you!" Debs replied, sticking her tongue out at me when they weren't looking. Jack produced a bottle of wine, Debs got some glasses and poured some all around. I don't drink much but a mild red wine sometimes is nice to sip in the evenings. One bottle will last me about three months. I noticed Leese put down about half of her glass in one pull. A couple of minutes later she drank the rest of that, got a refill and downed half of it again. Which was the end of the bottle. Jack was telling me how well they did in the stock market, so they took early retirement and bought the house next door. He even got the fact that he draws the maximum in Social Security in there, which made me think of my own $934.00 per month I get. Plus he looked to be in his fiftie's so I had no idea how he was drawing it. "I never have paid any attention to property values around here." I said, which was a fishing expedition to find out what they had paid. "Hell, it was only $249,000.00, I just wrote them a check." He told us, finishing off his glass of wine. I blinked, just a dozen years back I paid $69,500 for my place and I happened to know that Nathan and Rachel paid under $90K for their slightly larger place barely 5 years before. I had seen the ad Nathan had run, one of the "FSBO, best offer!" things. He put it on the internet, one of those sites that reach everyone on the planet. Maybe Nathan wasn't so dumb after all? Locally the values have been going down, not up? I saw my tax form, they lowered the value on our place. That's another odd concept, government wants LESS taxes on property? Oh, well. By then I knew these two were from California, so they were perhaps used to higher prices. Hell, for $249K I would have sold them our house and went and bought something bigger and nicer. Like my farm back. Although I don't really want it back, not with all of those manufactured houses plastered all over it. "They seem OK." Debs told me after they had left. "Yea, I guess." I answered. I was thinking I was really going to miss Nathan and Rachel. War over the Roses Jack was a bit of a blowhard and his wife Leese seemed to really like her booze. I also saw the way she was dressed, she had on slacks and a thin blouse, her nipples made two huge bumps level with her belly button. +++ Saturday is our day to sleep in, Debs goes in for the afternoon shift, just 4 hours which usually means 5 or 6. If somebody dies she might be stuck there even later, paperwork and all of that crap. I woke up about 7 AM to a roar. Looking out, there sat Jack on a huge bright red riding lawnmower. That house has a back yard that is pretty good size, maybe 100 feet by 150 or so, roughly the same lot size as ours all told. The fucking mower was almost as big as my Dodge truck, it had dual blades, a 60" sweep. Our yard faces the front towards the street, my mower does a 30" cut and it takes me just 10 minutes. With the at least 60" cut that thing Jack was riding would do, he wasn't going to be at it very long. As I watched, he hooked one of the small plum trees Rachel had so carefully planted, managed to damn near knock it over. I heard him cuss a bit, then the mower shut off so I went right back to bed. Next a chainsaw started up. I looked out the window, Jack had cut down every single Plum tree, both of the Apple trees and the decorative oriental Pear tree I had given them as a gift maybe two years back. Then he went over and started in on the Monkey tree the folks that had the place before planted. The one I sneaked out and tied some blossoms to one morning, then went and got Rachel to show her the Monkey tree was blooming. She came rushing out in her bathrobe, all excited. Lord that was funny, it was April first. That beautiful tree was maybe 15 feet tall, down it came. My God! I didn't bawl but I came damn close to it. I had a vision of holding Jack by his hair, giving him some uppercuts. Cutting down those trees pissed me off. The plums trees had set blossoms, wich meant maybe some fruit? You know, those purple Italian kind, sweet as candy? The ones a person always eats too many of and gets a belly ache? "What's the matter?" Debs asked me, she was awake but still in bed. "That stupid mother fucker cut down all of the damned trees!" I told her, none too quietly. "Oh, no." She said. Debs liked those tree too. That was also it for sleeping in. Debs left at 11:30, I looked out the window about an hour later to see the two of them out there on lawnchairs. It hit me that Leese had no top on, her fat pair of tits were out in plain sight! She had bigger boobs than my Debra has, except Debra's stand up high and firm for a woman 58 years old. Leese's pair were seriously losing the battle with gravity. Take a balloon, fill it half full of water and pin it to a wall, you got the picture. Then Jack stood up and went inside, his hairy ass was bare! He came back with a bottle, yep. Naked as a Jaybird! His dick looked to be maybe 4" long and he had a mass of jet black pubic hair. By the time I found our camera and got back, he was sitting down, so I took some pics of the back of his head, getting Lisa's tits in the background shot. Good lord that woman had huge nipples on her! I used the telephoto lens. That was so I could show Debs when she got home. It was now clear to me that our new neighbors were going to be interesting. I wasn't real sure about how things were in California but around our neck of the woods these two just might end up in the local paper. I mean, some guy ordered a pizza down at "Anthony's pizza and brew haus", took off without paying. Front page news. Later on, I looked out and they were still there, hell, they must be half Eskimo because it was maybe 50° outside at the very best! Then I saw the extension cords, they had heaters set up blowing on them, now that was funny. I couldn't help myself, I went out back and walked up to the low fence, pretending to be fiddling with my Rose bushes. "Hi, you two!" I called out. "Hey, Dan! Come on over, have a glass of wine with us!" Leese looked up, she just smiled. I had expected her to jump up, grab a towel, run inside the house, something. She didn't budge. I hopped the fence, went over there. There she sat, nude. One leg on each side of the lawn chair, nothing hidden at all and she made no move to cover up. I looked, hell, I am male. There is no way in hell to not look at a bare pussy barely 10 feet away. I didn't even need my glasses for that one, her outer lips were big, one side hanging down further than the other. I swear to God, if the wind was up, those things would flap! I sat down, took the glass of wine. It was that deep dark kind, rich and not sweet at all which I don't like much. "Great wine, isn't it?" Jack said. "Uh huh." I answered, managing to not make a face. Leese was lying back with a smirk on her face, one hand idly flicking her oversize wad of flesh between her legs, like it had grass on it or something. Jack saw me looking and trying not to, he just grinned. "Doesn't Leese have one hell of a pussy on her?" He asked me, just like that. "Uh...yea, I...uhh." I went all red faced. "Relax, Dan. We ain't bashful at all. We both like to lay out and sun bathe, you guys are welcome to join us any time." I was thinking I could hardly wait until Debs got home. "Hey, Debs! Wanna go over and lay out naked with our new neighbors? Drink lousy wine and freeze our asses off?" I could see how that was going to go over. Uh huh. I did manage to escape, I even got most of that horrid wine down. "$200.00 a bottle!" Jack stuck that in there. Back inside our house I drew the curtains, went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. +++ "Really?" Debs snorted when I told her about Jack and Leese laying out all stark naked like that. I showed her the pictures I took to prove it. "Yea. Now what in the hell are we going to do about that?" I asked her. "I don't see how we can do anything about it, it is their back yard." She grinned at me. "Yea, well, it's sort of our back yard, too." I mumbled. Debs just shrugged. "He cut down all the trees! All of them!" I complained. "Yes, that's a shame." Debs went into the bedroom to change. Hell, my Rose bushes are right there on our side of the fence, I couldn't go putting up a 10 foot tall fence because it would cut off the light. Sunday morning dawned nice and bright again, it looked like we were going to have nearly a week without rain. Usually I headed for the jetty to catch a few fish, so I went out to my garage and was laying out some spiffy new watermelon and white rubber jigging worms. Those had long split tails, I got them off that auction site I sell stuff on. Only $0.90 each, downtown in the fishing tackle shop they are $2.99. Still, it cost me $11.95 to get them shipped to me, but there was 20 of them in the box. Then they showed up in a small parcel flat rate box which I happen to know is just $5.80? Thieving bastards. I gave the jerk a positive anyway, but tagged him a "2" on the shipping charges. That is anonymous so he wouldn't know. Mean of me, isn't it? The jerk had it coming. Those lures are for lead headed rigs so the prong on the hook always points up, and they have a tiny little wire that lets the hook usually slide through weeds, but when a fish clamps down on it, it bends back and I got them. That's what it said in the ad, anyway, weedless. I was going to find out if they were rockless. The hot setup, no more hangups. I bet I have over two grand worth of lures still on the bottom of the bay out there by now. Lots of rocks out there, plus those big Kelp beds. "Hi, Dan." Came from behind me, I dang near jumped out of my skin. It was Jack, of course. He had his pants on, thank God. "Going fishing?" He asked me. "Yea." "Mind if I tag along?" He asked. What was I supposed to say? When I go fishing, the last thing I want is company. The whole idea is to get away from other people, that is nearly as important as the fishing. "Sure, if you want to." I told him. He went over to his place and came back with a rod and reel that had to have cost $500.00. So out onto the jetty we went, me climbing carefully over the huge boulders, Jack hopping over them like a damn kid. His pot belly didn't seem to faze his agility much. I took him to a spot where I almost never caught anything, mean of me I guess but no way in hell was I going to show him my secret spot. Not very secret except to look at my favorite spot nothing really shows. There is a huge boulder under the water on each side, the current comes around them and formed this deep hole. The big ones like that deep hole, it has places to hide where they can ambush little fish. Plus they can hide from the Seals down in there. I know exactly where to toss my lure so it goes down into the hole, three feet either way and it hits the rocks. I can lead the current and hit that spot 9 times out of 10. If I miss, I just reel as fast as I can, trying to get the lure in before it sinks, because if it does, it's gone. I like that one spot so much that I won't even cast in there if anyone is around. No way in hell was I going to let Jack find out which is why I took him to the unproductive area. Jack stepped up on a fairly flat boulder, cast out with his $500 spinning outfit, using one of my new plastic worms. He hooked a 24" Lingcod on the very first god damned cast! That one went into the bag, he cast again and caught the thing's little brother. I never got a bite. "Man, you sure do know this river!" Jack patted me on the back as he stuffed the 2nd one into his bag. Five minutes later he dragged out a Greenling that was at least 18" long. I wanted to go home. +++ I was still pouting in our living room watching the news on TV when the phone rang. It was Leese, she wanted Debra and I to come over. She said that Jack was out in the back yard barbecuing the fish. "Sure, why not?" Debs said when I asked her. We went over there, I half expected the two of them to be naked but they weren't. Jack was tending a huge gas grill, the thing gleamed. The fish was good though, and Leese made a noodle salad that was wonderful. I almost asked her what she put in it, but I didn't. Wine again, white this time. After about two hours it was clear that Leese was getting well into the bag, she must have put away one bottle of that stuff by herself. The conversation drifted to them sunbathing nude, that was Debra's fault. "We both prefer it but damn it's cold out here." He said. "Well, it is the coast, it gets down to 40° nearly every night, often it freezes. Wait until Summer, it's usually over 50° at night, nice and warm." I stuck that in there. Jack got a funny look on his face. "That's all?" He finally asked. "Well, yes. This is the Oregon coast, if it gets above 60° here we all break out in a sweat, if we get dry we get crabby and our skin flakes off. If it's above 40° at night we can't sleep!" I gave him a great big grin. Standard local joke about Oregon, Jack didn't find that very funny. "You do get nice warm Summer days here, don't you?" Jack had an almost hopeful tone in his voice. "Well, the ocean is right there." I pointed for emphasis. "But yea, sometimes we get all the way up to 70°." I added. It's the headline in the paper when that happens. I enjoyed the look on his face. From sunny California, huh? Heehee. +++ "So what do you think of Jack and Leese?" I asked Debs after we got home. "I guess they are OK, Lisa drinks way too much and some work down at the gym would do Jack a lot of good." That's my Debra, always the Doctor. We didn't see much of Jack or Lisa over the next few weeks, except for a wave at each other coming and going. Then one Saturday morning once again we were woken up by a roar outside. I squinted at the clock, it was barely 7 in the morning. The one day we sleep in. Now what in the hell? Looking out the window, I saw a backhoe. Not one of those ditch digging machines, this thing was orange and monstrous. Already there was a huge pile of dirt up against my fence. I started to turn to grab my clothes when I heard a crack. Looking back, the 4" x 4" pressure treated posts I had so carefully set to hold up the line fence let go, two of them. The fence was lying on some of my prize Rose bushes. I was out the door in a shot, still in my T-shirt and briefs. "Hey, hey, HEY!" I yelled at the backhoe operator. "What in the fuck are you DOING?" A mexican looking guy brought the machine to a stop, opened the door of the cab and looked at me. "Que?" He said, then he looked and realized. "Oh, sorry mister. Don't worry, we will fix that." He told me. "Fix that? FIX THAT?" It took me five god damned YEARS to get them to this point!" I sputtered at the guy. Just then Jack came out, big shit eating grin on his face. "What in the hell? This guy just smashed my fence, took out my Rose bushes!" I wasn't quiet. "Sorry, accident. They will fix it. We are putting in a covered pool." He grinned. "A pool? In Oregon? You have to be kidding me." By then I was on my knees, looking at my reddest Rose bush. The stalk was broken, it was done for. I knew it would take me a couple of years at least to get it back to the way it was. "Sorry about that, I will have a garden company come in and replace it." He told me with a grin like nothing had happened. Managing to control myself, I stood up and asked him what they were building. He handed me the plans, the building would be five feet from the fence line, it would block off all of the sunlight to that area of our back yard from about one PM on. I knew damn good and well there would be no Roses growing in that spot ever again. I handed the plans back to him, turned and went inside. "Hey, it will be great! You guys can come over and use it any time you want to!" He called after me. I didn't look back, I had visions of that .45 Italian made pistol I kept in a drawer in my house. "What's going on?" Debra was dressed when I came inside, she looked me up and down with a snicker. That was when I realized I was in my underwear. My knees were dirty from kneeling down over my babies that mother fucker just killed. What the hell, it was MY back yard. Or it used to be. Our house was mostly front yard facing the street, the other house was mostly back yard facing us. This left the other house with just under 100 feet of lawn back there, our strip was just 20 feet. No way in hell could I move the Roses over enough, and the building was going to be right there, with a 30' x 50' inside pool? The fucking building was going to be huge! I decided to put up a fight about that, but it was Saturday and of course everything to do with government was closed. My weekend was not good. The roar outside kept on, they did stop at 8 O'clock each night, I sat there looking at my wristwatch because at 8:01 I was going to call the police. My sort of son is the County Sheriff, I was going to have him come out and arrest EVERYBODY for disturbing the peace. No such luck. Monday morning I was in the County offices the moment Jennifer opened the door. Debs and I knew Jennifer fairly well, she was a client of hers and also served as secretary for the local Elk's club we belong to. Plus she is the County clerk, I even voted for her. Jack had filled out all of the permits, paid all of the fees. Things were going extremely fast, too. The letter the government was supposed to send me as notice of the permit was there on her desk, she handed it to me. I growled. Jennifer shrugged. No point in yelling at her, she is just a clerk. The hole was done, I could see they were preparing to pour the concrete, probably by the time I got home. The specifications had to be "five feet from the adjacent property line." The plans showed they were. Then it hit me. That house was vacant when I bought my place, no fence. I built the fence myself, 3 feet high to city specifications. But I built it 12" back from the property line to make sure I didn't get onto someone else's property. That was because the county surveyor wanted $150.00 to come out and find the exact fence line. OK, sometimes I am a little bit cheap. Way back a neighbor bought an acre next to my small ranch, I didn't want that built on so I had my place surveyed. Where they had to put their marker rod was six feet onto my property, the line fence someone had built years before was not exactly straight. I used that to stop them for nearly a year, of course they rezoned me and taxed me out of there but it worked for awhile. And I learned things. I filed a complaint, they call that "encroachment". Jack's building was not five feet from the property line, it was four feet. There was a red tag on the project by 3 PM that same afternoon. They never got the concrete poured, and the truck was loaded. It sat out there with the engine running, the big tumbler going round and round. Finally I saw it drive away. What they did with it I don't know, I sat inside my living room snickering about that. Having a son that is the County Sheriff is an asset. Well, sort of our son, Hal Jordan married Sandi, the girl I found underneath the bottom shelf in our bathroom closet. The one that became our sort of adopted daughter. Different story, I wrote and posted that here. +++ Anyway. Jack was beating on my door by 5 PM. I answered it but stood in the way, I didn't want to let him in. I was wishing it was raining but no such luck, there is no roof on our porch. "What in the hell is this? I measured the fucking distance myself!" He yelled, waving some paperwork. "You went from the fence, not the property lines." I told him, my arms folded across my chest. He glared at me, turned and left. The next day a survey crew was out. I was right. Next came an adverse possession claim, that one even got before Judge Norman Jackson, a guy I know who also happens to be one of Debra's clients. Still, he was fair. "The law is seven years, open and notorious use. Three months does not meet the law. It also is not transferable, the previous owners were there just five years. The project must be resubmitted to comply with the law." He banged his gavel and left. Jack shot me some looks that if they could kill......? I was happy all the way home, permit applications are not refundable. Fuck up MY Roses, by God! The red tag stayed up, my fence stayed down with a pile of dirt on it. I had already taken some clippings from my prize Roses and got some starts going. Finally the new plans were approved, nothing I could do about it. +++ Another Saturday morning, another roar. I looked out and front end loaders were moving the dirt into dump trucks. Later a crew showed up and rebuilt my fence, it looked just like it did before so I couldn't complain about that. Except they built a concrete block fence just inside of mine, right on the line. Exactly three feet high, I went out and measured it. Which I could see through the slats on mine. They even showed up with some new Roses, I have no idea where they came up with those plants but I couldn't complain, not really. One of them was a type I had always wanted and could not find. It was supposed to have the buttercup yellow with reddish trimmed blossoms. So I calmed down some. But by now we didn't wave at each other when we saw them coming and going, and I didn't give a shit. Jack was an arrogant rich bastard, his wife was a slutty looking drunk. +++ The pool went in, then they started on the building. As soon as I saw them start framing it, I knew that they had changed the plans. War over the Roses Hell, I like Jennifer down at County but she sure as hell is slow at sending out information. Anyway, I went over there and asked to see the plans, Jack handed them to me with no argument. The roof started out at just four feet high at the fenceline side, slanting back nearly to the house before dropping quickly down to the other side. Which opened up my yard to the Sun. The pool was narrower also to allow for the slanted roof, no one would be bonking their heads. On the side towards us they put in storage compartments, shelving. They even installed rain gutters on our side, running them into a huge ground sump so I would not be soaked by rain off the big roof. On the slanted portion of the roof, they broke up the expanse with vents, I wanted to gripe but the truth is that now it not only didn't cut off very much of my sunlight, maybe 20 minutes or so, but looked OK also. I liked the expanse of yard much better the way it was before, but what the hell. It was their property now. And I didn't exactly have much of a view that way before, anyway. I got over being upset, went out and tended the new Roses along with setting my clippings. I did see that the new plants had a few yellow bugs with black spots, I picked those off one at a time. Jack came around the corner while I was doing that. "Is this going to be OK?" He asked me. "Yes, fine. I can deal with it." I said. "Good. We don't want anyone upset and I found out real quick it's best to not tangle with you!" He broke out laughing. We shook hands, he turned to leave. "By the way, the offer still stands. You and Debra are welcome to use the pool any time, OK?" "OK." That was interesting, the guy actually sounded like he might be an all right fellow after all. +++ "I made up with Jack." I told Debs the moment she walked in the door. "Good. And I think it's all OK with Lisa again, she was in my office today." "Really?" "Yes, she needed a physician and around here it is either us or the County services. Or drive 150 miles to Portland." "That went OK then?" "Yea. She drinks too much so I chatted with her about that, I mentioned the gym so she is going to try and talk Jack into joining. Plus Jack made an appointment for next week." She grinned at me. I broke out laughing. "What's so funny?" Debs asked. "Just the idea of after what we just went through, you bending him over and sticking your finger up his butt!" "At least we won't have to put up with them naked out in their yard." She laughed. "Why am I not so sure about that?" I grinned. +++ Debs and I got an invite for a barbeque and a swim if we wanted to from Jack and leese so we went over there. The guy can cook, that is one thing I knew already. Fish again, he told me he went out on the Jetty and caught a sack full of Greenies in the "special" spot I took him to before. Later, we went swimming, the pool really is nice. In fact, the nicest one in town. The ONLY one in town, except for the city pool which is shut down for one reason or another most of the time. Leese peeled off naked, so did Jack. Debs and I didn't at first although they both encouraged us to. It was about 80° in there, the roof has skylights that make it almost appear to be like we were outside. We went over there again last week, Debs wore her bikini at first. Jack took one look and said "Wow!" and I caught the brief dark look on his wife's face. Later, Debs took her top off, then her bottoms to sun bathe. Yea, they actually have a tanning booth in there, for God's sakes. My Debs doesn't have any real false modesty, just like she also does not have a single jealous bone in her body. I don't either any more, I am used to my wife and I guess I changed some since we have been married. Jack was staring at her, and Leese was showing discomfort. My Debs is muscular, in shape, and her tits almost don't sag at all. I couldn't help mysef, I slid off my bathing trunks. I know damn good and well that I have at least two inches on Jack in the equipment department. Leese looked over at me and grinned broadly. "Wow!" She said, which got her a dark look from Jack. I managed to keep a completely straight face. Nobody said anything after that, we sat around and talked and everything appeared normal. I was grinning inside, though. Rich people next door, huh? Well, at 186 pounds now, my belly is flat as a board, and nearly two years of regular gym work has my upper body in very good shape. My Debs could pass for 30 from behind, I knew that too. "I guess we really do need to hit the gym." Jack muttered at one point. Anyway, I guess things are OK. We could have worse neighbors. +++ That is where we are at in our lives, except for one more thing. A young woman walked into the pool area, at first I started to reach for a towel to cover myself because she looked like she had on a light colored bikini. Then I realized that was NOT a bikini! And this young lady was completely and totally spectacular, and also naked. "Hi, honey!" Both Jack and Leese called out. "Danny, this is our daughter Sammi. Sammi, this is Debra and Dan, from next door." Jack sounded proud and he sure had every right to be. Sammi came right over with a big smile and shook our hands, then she turned and dove into the pool. All I can say at this point that I am going to enjoy this Summer very much.