Chapter Forty-Seven

Here’s the next Chapter of Lost and Found. Hope you enjoy it.

I don’t have much of anything exciting to report to you this week. It’s been too hot and humid – or we’ve been experiencing some severe thunderstorms most every day — so I’ve been sticking close to home and not getting into any trouble. I have been doing more writing this week and that’s a good thing. I do have to keep ahead of you guys, you know!

So, on with today’s update to the memoir/novel.

Be well, be in peace,

Ron Rink
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Joanne Gross and I continued to have our “liaisons” whenever we could. It had been over two years since we started playing games and other things together in her basement. Her parents and brother were rarely home in the afternoons after school, plus during the summer months, I could go over there during the day. Whenever I would go over and call her, she would come to the door and we would go down in her basement and either play ping pong or jacks for awhile and then one of us would ask to see the other one’s thing.

Our looking would eventually lead to some touching which gradually grew bolder each time we met. As the months went by, the jacks and ping pong stopped completely as our experimentations grew in intensity. We had added some kissing to our repertoire, as well as more inquisitiveness in our investigations of each other. We were thoroughly enjoying our new games — until one day when it all suddenly ended.

Since Joanne was a couple of years older than I was, she had begun to develop more of a young teenager’s body. On this particular day, she had taken off her dress to show off the pronounced and interesting new developments on the upper portion of her body. She was completely naked and my overalls and underwear were down around my ankles. We were busily kissing and feeling each other when suddenly the side door to her house burst open and her brother called out, “Joanne, are you here?”

My stomach clenched and it felt like my bowels were going to let go. I immediately started to run over to the ping pong table but forgot where my pants were located and went sprawling on the basement floor with a loud “Oof!” I clumsily scrambled to my feet, pulled up my underwear and realized that since I was wearing bib overalls, pulling them up and getting them buckled didn’t go as quickly as I wanted. As I fumbled around trying to get my feet under me, my overalls up on my body, the straps over my shoulders and the buckles buckled, I looked over at Joanne. Her dress was already back on and she was stuffing her panties into a waste paper can behind the bar.

“I’m down here playing ping pong with Rollie.”

Her face was a little flushed, but other than that, she looked as calm as a cucumber. She walked over to the ping pong table, picked up a paddle and grinned as she watched me struggling to get my clothes back in order. Just as I had everything back in place and a paddle in my hand, she served a shot over the net I didn’t even see, let alone try to hit back.

“That’s it. I won another game,” she exclaimed breathlessly just as her brother was coming down the basement stairs.

Her brother didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Our faces being all flushed, and both of us breathing faster than usual, fit right in with a good, hard game of ping pong.

Her brother went over to the other side of the basement and picked up some books. “I just needed to get these ledgers for the store. See you later.”

He went up the stairs and out the door. As the door slammed shut, Joanne and I began to giggle hysterically.

That was the last time Joanne and I ever played games—of any kind.
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