Just a Thunderstorm
I was waxing my Spider, my pride and joy, when it started to rain. I quickly drove the Alfa into the garage and the skies let loose, a deluge, a real cloudburst along with a rumble of thunder. From out of the pouring rain came the girl from next door, the soaked top of her bikini in her hand and barefoot, her blonde hair wet and stringy, the bottom of her tiny suit barely visible between her long legs. She bumped into me, looked up and then slumped against the decklid of my Caddy and smiled,...