Disclaimers: As always, I must remind you all that this story is PURE FICTION! Any and all sexually active folks are eighteen or older. If I discuss anything to do with law enforcement, its my story, and those opinions are mine, and mine alone.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Rob O'Leary, soon to start my senior year at the University of Puget Sound, located in Tacoma, Washington, with only one semester left before graduation.
I've spent the last two summers working as a physical education teacher for different children's day camps, in and around Western Washington.
Even though I don't consider myself a jock, I'm in fairly decent shape, at just over six feet tall, and a fairly toned hundred and eighty-five pounds.
Since I'm majoring in education, the summers I've spent working with kids from five to fourteen years of age make me think I'm on the right career path.
During my junior year, I started looking for summer camps to apply for, closer to my family's home in Renton, Washington. Some of the things Renton is known for are, its where the Seattle Seahawks Headquarters and practice facility is. Oh, yes, its home to one of the manufacturing plants that make Boeing airplanes. And where both Peterbilt and Kennworth trucks are built, too.
The best camp offer I received was from the Jewish Community Center, located on Mercer Island, just east of Seattle.
When they interviewed me, they told me it was fine with them that I was Irish Catholic.
Just getting to know the kids at their day camp took the most parts of the first week, as well as getting to know the rest of the counselors.
As with most day camps, the majority of counselors were college students, like me. As I was meeting them all for the first time, I noticed that more than a few already knew each other.
It also became quite evident that I might have been the only non-Jew on the staff.
The second day of camp, I noticed another of the new counselors, an older woman, Cindy Rosenberg, was wearing her sunglasses, even inside the building.
Me, being the son of the Under Sheriff of King County, observed what I thought was bruising around her left eye.
Not having met this lady, I walked over and introduced myself.
"Robert O'Leary, glad to meet you."
"Cynthia Rosenberg, nice to meet you, too, Robert."
"Please call me Rob."
"Cindy," she said, still not looking me in my eyes.
"Can I ask why you're here, it seems as if you are out of place."
Laughing, she told me as a school teacher, raising two kids by herself, money was tight, and she wanted to keep busy for the summer.
I stood back, watching her walk away toward her group of campers. I saw a mid thirtyish, lady with a rounded figure, not overweight, but no stick figure. Dressed on the frumpy side, wearing unflattering shorts and a camp issued tee shirt.
At lunch, I still noticed her with her sunglasses on, so I went up, and asked if we could talk away from the group.
"Please, Robert, don't make a big deal out of me wearing these."
I very carefully reached over and slid those over-sized glasses down, and sure enough, I saw the black eye they were hiding.
"I hope you know, Cindy, whoever did this is guilty of a felony."
With a tear forming in each eye, she whispered that her ex-husband had hit her, and it wasn't the first time. She then begged me to let it go, and not cause any trouble.
"Are you studying to be a lawyer?" she asked.
"Not hardly, education is my major, but my dad is second in command in the Sheriff's department."
"I'm begging you, Rob, don't do something that might make him even madder."
Not knowing how to respond, and hoping I wasn't doing something way out of line, I softly put my arms around her and gave her a friendly hug.
"I hope you know that I'm here, if you want to just talk."
While she was in my arms, I could feel her body start to shake, just a bit.
"Thanks, but please let it go."
As she walked away, head down, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, and I knew I had to talk with my dad at dinner that evening.
Living at home for the summer had several advantages for me. First, no rent. Second, mostly free meals, plus my mom was a terrific cook.
Sitting around the dinner table, with my younger brother, Jim, my dad asked how camp was going.
This was dad speak for how I felt working at an all Jewish camp.
"Not too bad, pop, everyone treats me well. But, one of the older counselors came to work with a pretty good shiner, today."
"By older, do you mean early twenties?"
"Nope, maybe mid thirties, divorced, and a school teacher keeping busy for the summer."
"Be careful, Robbie, domestic situations can be very tricky."
"Come on, dad, I'm going to be twenty in a few weeks, I haven't been Robbie for years."
With that, he mussed my hair, giving us all a good laugh.
After dinner, Jim and I were outside tossing a baseball back and forth, when he asked me if this lady was hot.
"Jim, I'm not looking at her that way, I'm just thinking how shitty her situation is."
"You still didn't answer me. Is she hot?"
Stopping to think, I really couldn't tell because of the bulky shorts she wore, but I did notice when she walked fast, her boobs did seem to have some really nice jiggle to them.
I do have to add here, that during my three years at college, I did have a few girlfriends, some of which invited me into their beds.
As I was leaving for work, dad asked me for this lady's name, so I told him.
Getting started for the day, I did notice Cindy, and I just waved, and smiled.
At least today, she had a little smile when she waved back.
Sitting down for lunch, she came over and asked if she could join me.
"Rob, I'm sorry if I seemed mad yesterday, it wasn't aimed at you. it was aimed at the dickhead I was married to."
"Not a problem, I just appreciate talking to you. Since I'm aiming to be a teacher, and only have part of one year to go, I'd like to get a little prospective about teaching."
That started an entire conversation during lunch. We just seemed to click.
As we were finishing up, I was shocked when she asked if we could have a drink after work, some time.
When I laughed, she seemed to be hurt.
"No, Cindy, its just that I'm just turning twenty in a few days, but I'd love to spend some time with you, outside of here."
I couldn't believe the stunned look on her face, when I told her my age.
After work, she told me she had to pick her kids up, so maybe we'd do something the next day. Since it was Friday, I told her that was fine with me.
Our Friday went just as nice as can be, so I couldn't wait to have lunch with Cindy.