Chapter 11.
Pool.
Ann decided that she wanted a swimming pool. I asked her what was wrong with the campus pool. She replied that we cannot go skinny-dipping in the campus pool. I decided that she had a point.
We talked to a pool contractor and came up with a plan to build a small pool in the woods.
It was late in the season to build pools so the contractor was anxious for the work. The permitting is either a really big hassle or it goes right through without a hitch. Our's went through without a hitch. We cut a way in from the parking lot with a left turn in it so we had woods totally blocking any view of the pool. It was a small free form pool with a slide. Joyce suggested that we add a waterfall. We did. The pumps, filter and chlorinator were in a small shed built next to the pool. We made the filter pump/filter/skimmer oversize along with a bottom cleaner to handle the leaf problem we were sure to have. The pool had dual underwater lighting, both a white light and a rainbow color LED display system. We added a large solar panel to our building roof to heat the pool water. It all went in quickly. We added some hedge type plants and a fence to further insure privacy.
Ann and I would do our skinny-dipping late in the afternoon or in the evening. We had fun.
Joyce loved the pool and would often take a dip at lunch time. She would alternate bikinis. I took some shots of her cavorting in the pool. She occasionally worked on her tan by the pool.
I bought myself a waterproof camera and got lots of neat shots of both Joyce and Ann in the pool. That was fun.
One day I was in the pool with Joyce and my camera. She decided to use the slide. I was all set with the camera in burst mode. She decided to try it head first. She hit the water in a cloud of bubbles and as they cleared I discovered that her bottoms were below her knees. She had to pull them free in order to swim. I had gotten some interesting shots. When we broke the surface I found that she was laughing hysterically.
She said: "Did you get any good pictures?"
I replied: "I hope so." we both laughed. It turned out I did.
Later in the pool her top came off. I got some good pictures. I wondered if that may have been deliberate on her part.
There seemed to be a subtle change in attitude in Joyce after the swimming 'accident.' She was a little more flirty, a little slower to change out of her bikini, a little more anxious to hug me, and the hugs lasted a little longer.
Two weeks later a package arrived for her. It was three very very skimpy bathing suits. She insisted on modeling them for me and wanted me to take lots of pictures both in the studio and in the pool. The first bikini barely covered the essentials and had a thong back. Joyce has a beautiful butt.
The second was a string bikini that didn't cover the essentials. She was showing pubic hair and the top barely covered her areolae. She asked me if I thought she should shave and I said no. I suggested that she should plan to not wear it in public even if she shaved.
The third suit was really not a bikini at all. Rather it was two elastic straps joined at the crotch. It went over each shoulder sort of covering each breast along the way. It was totally open on the sides. She insisted that I hug her in it. It was almost like hugging her nude. I found myself running my hand up and down her flank almost touching the side of her breast. Most of her back and upper buttocks was exposed. I caressed that too. This girl is getting awfully tempting.
Symposium .
One of the nearby colleges was having a guest lecture on the new QM based on the H. Schmidt- A.V. Wells paper. It was being given by an Ivy League professor and was open the public. Ivan, Ann and I all went.
Ann wanted to introduce herself to the speaker before the meeting. Ivan suggested that she not.
By five minutes into the presentation it was clear to me that this guy really did not understand the mathematics behind Ann's paper and therefore did not understand the paper either. Ivan just shook his head slightly and looked at Ann with a look of sympathy.
The professor fielded a number of questions from the audience. Usually in ways that confirmed my opinion of the man.
After one particularly glaring misrepresentation Ann raised her hand and very politely suggested a different explanation.
The professor was clearly annoyed and gave a dismissive response.
At various times in the talk she tried again. She was always polite, more polite than I thought he deserved. Same sort of arrogant rejection. Finally he just stopped calling on her.
Ann finally just kept her hand up. The professor looked at her and asked: "Are you a graduate student or an undergrad?"
Ann responded: "Undergrad."
He then said: "You clearly do not have the background to read the Schmidt, Wells paper. So how dare you challenge me like this?"
Ann replied: "I have not only read the paper, I wrote it. I am A. V. Wells."
She received a standing ovation. Ivan just laughed as he clapped.
Ivan stood up. Most of the people present recognized him. He suggested that Ann give the rest of the presentation.
Ann delivered the rest of the talk.
She handled the questions with great poise.
The Ivy League professor sat to one side with a scowl on his face.
A number of people in the audience wanted to talk with Ann afterwards. Several turned into consulting business.
Fall term.
It was time for the colleges fall terms. Ann received her dorm room assignment.
Just before she had to move in we were visited by Mary and Barbara and also by Connie and her parents.
Barbara and Connie were going to the same school and would be living in the same dorm but had decided not to be roomettes.
Barbara had the family Mercedes loaded to the gunnels with "stuff" for college.
Connie's parents had a minivan. Connie had it well loaded too.
Both Barbara and Connie left some of their stuff with Ann.
We had a big dinner around the large conference table. Ann fixed it with Barbara's help. The wheeled carts made moving the place settings and food easy. Fil joined us and we all had a wonderful time. Fil and Mary ended up next to each other.
They stayed overnight at the apartment. Much to Mary's disappointment I went home for the night. Connie's father, Bill, did not know about any of the sexual goings on and Connie wanted it to stay that way. Nonetheless it was nice to meet Connie's parents: Marion and Bill. We had a fairly long conversation. Some of it quite deep. I found out later that Marion knew about her daughter and I and actually approved of me. She saw the changes in her daughter and liked what she saw.