The Hand Jobs
THE HAND JOBSRoni and I were young—thirty years old, maybe—when we visited friends and went skinny dipping in their pool. It wasn’t the first time we’d all been naked together, the ice breaker happened years before when we stripped off at the beach one night after dark. None of us were afraid to bare it all and everyone loved the feeling of swimming nude, so those nighttime pool parties had become something of an infrequent ritual. With their k**s in bed, the yard dark enough for the neighbors...