Dirk looked concerned at Paul. "I hope it isn't something serious?"
Paul chuckled. "Just my joints giving me trouble lately. A routine check-up to see if my dosage is sorted." After a short silence, he continued. "I feel much better since the doctor changed my medication."
They reached the stables and started to unsaddle the horses. Without looking at Dirk, Paul brought up the earlier subject. "I don't want to force you into a corner, but you should seriously think of my retirement at the end of the year. I know this may be uncalled for, but I have a name to suggest."
Dirk removed the saddle and placed it over the pipe which is used to store a number of saddles. "Do you mind sharing these names?"
Paul shook his head, even though he knew Dirk wouldn't see it. "No, I want you to clear your mind first. We can talk about it before your return to varsity." He tossed the saddle he had used into an open space on the steel pipe.
Dirk was hanging the bridle onto a hook against the wall, when a new voice greeted them. "Hi Gramps... Hallo Dirk."
Paul was first to respond. "Hallo Pierre, thank you for coming over to take me into town." He added the second bridle onto another hook.
Dirk extended his hand to greet Pierre. "Good to see you, how are you doing?" He looked at the six-foot tall thirty-year-old with two-days' worth of stubble on his face.
Pierre looked at Dirk. "I'm fine, just in a bit of a slump."
Dirk looked into Pierre's eyes. "How so?"
Pierre's gaze dropped. "Life is tough in the new South Africa for a white man without a matric and no steady job since leaving school. I cut a few neighbors' grass for a small fee. Doing some handyman jobs around the neighborhood. Most of the time, I'm helping Mom to convert the house into a guest house." After a pause, he added, "My only reward is the free bed and meals, and the use of her car to get to my ad-hoc jobs."
Dirk frowned. "I thought the conversion would have been complete by now. You started with it after you dropped out of school. What is it, about ten years?"
Pierre's gaze dropped to the ground. "Yeah, sounds about right." After a bit of silence, he thought he should justify the slow progress. "Mom is financing the project from what she can spare off her salary, which isn't much. I've done most of the hard labor myself, mastering quite a few skills, like brick laying, plastering, roofing... We are almost done, mainly some finishing touches - tiling. At the current rate, I'll finish in a month or two."
Paul stood closer and hugged Pierre. "How's your mom doing?" He gave a side glance to Dirk to see if Dirk had picked up on Pierre's dilemma.
Pierre looked at Paul. "Mom is doing well, just worried about..." He stopped mid-sentence and glanced briefly in Dirk's direction before looking back at Paul.
Dirk stepped out of the room with the horse-riding equipment, sensing that Pierre was uncomfortable talking openly with his grandfather with him around. He, nonetheless, could still hear every word.
Paul frowned. "And your sister?"
Pierre glanced towards the door, through which Dirk had disappeared, before he responded. "Jolindi is doing well, considering her situation. She even volunteered to come along. I guess she is trying to avoid Mom for a bit."
Paul looked at his watch and sighed. "Okay, let's get to the house so I can clean up and get into proper clothes for town."
Dirk fell in on Paul's right, pondering over what Pierre meant with Jolindi's 'situation'. He laughed it off, it was probably something personal. When they reached the farmstead, Dirk split off while Paul and Pierre continued to Paul's foreman-house.
Dirk called into the house as he stepped in at the back door. "Hello... Hello..." He waited a number of seconds, and when there was no response, he continued harder. "Anybody home?" He decided that Alta and Steve may have visited 'The Archives' again, and that Ingrid went to town, when it remained silent. He couldn't recall seeing Ingrid's car when he arrived. Then he noticed the note on the kitchen counter and started to read.
There are sandwiches under the net on the kitchen counter to toast. Alta is at Sharon for a birthday sleepover party. A schoolmate of Steve invited him for a sleepover-visit. I've got to pick up stuff in Pietersburg, expect me home late.
He located the prepared sandwiches from Ingrid's note and got it going in the toaster. His tummy had been rumbling for the past hour, and lunch was in order. After he had the toasted sandwiches, he strolled through the house. The house was in disarray, with his own, Ingrid's and Alta's beds unattended to. Strangely, Steve's bed in the guest's bedroom was made, but it seemed as if someone sat or laid on it afterwards.
He grew uneasy, the disturbance on the duvet was too long for someone who sat on the bed, and too short for someone who had lain on the bed. His dick tucked in his boxers, realizing that the person had lain only partly on the bed, thinking that Steve might indeed had seduced Ingrid. The disturbance would be consistent with Ingrid lying on her back, and Steve, kneeling on the floor, eating her out. He returned to his bedroom and made his bed. When done, he strolled through the rest of the house.
The television in the living room was on, and on the screen was a freeze-frame of animated bikini-clad women in the middle of a beach volleyball match. He noticed the keep case and had a look at it.
He mumbled to himself as he read the title on the keep case. 'Hmmm, Dead or Alive Beach Volleyball'. Grasping that he was all alone, he decided to continue the game 'to pass the time' as Pierre's car drove past the house towards the main road.
He had just mastered the controls, and worked out a decent boner from all the jiggling tits, when he heard a splash in the swimming pool. Perplexed, not knowing who or what it could be, he decided to investigate. He decided that it was a good idea to cool off himself while going to the pool.
While Dirk changed into three-quarter-length swimming trunks, he tried to make sense of the splashes, which had mostly quieted down, coming from the pool. His best guess would be that Steve had left the pool's safety gate open and that his German shepherd, Caesar, jumped at the opportunity to cool off. If it was a person, the two of them may even continue the game, playing as a pair. He positioned his stiff dick into the fold of his leg in his hip, before going to the pool.
Bum-length auburn hair rippled over the back of a woman swimming under water towards the shallow end of the swimming pool.
Dirk, with a side view, could make out that the woman wore a smallish black bikini, held in place by bow ties. A comically small patch of material covered the woman's globes. He had a hunch that it was Jolindi, Paul's nineteen-year-old granddaughter, and waited for the woman to breach the surface near the pool's wall to confirm his suspicions.
The woman exhaled hard and took a deep breath as she surfaced. At the same time, she caught the tiles, overhanging the edge of the pool, with one hand and wiped the water off her face with her other. She took a few breaths before taking a deep breath and turned around to do another underwater length. Startled when she saw Dirk, she grabbed onto the tile again. "Hi Dirk."
Dirk grinned, pleased that his hunch was spot-on. "Hi Jolindi. Sorry, when I heard you in the pool, I thought that it was Caesar." After a brief pause, he continued, "How are you?"
Jolindi blushed as she looked at Dirk. "Fine, I guess." She walked towards the built-in steps to get out of the pool, while wringing water out of her hair before she draped it over her shoulder to cover her scantily covered breasts. "Sorry for swimming without asking. I knocked at the homestead earlier, but nobody was home. And I can do with a good cooldown." As she stepped onto the extended step, where she used to 'swim' when she was a toddler, she smiled shyly and rubbed her hand, self-consciously, over her belly, showing a hint of a pregnancy bump, when it emerged above the water line.
Dirk figured that Jolindi's pregnancy fueled her desire to 'cool down'. He suspected that Jolindi's pregnancy was the 'situation' that Pierre had referred to earlier, his eyes momentarily fixed on the small bikini bottoms. He stammered when he saw Jolindi's expectant stare when he finally managed to look up.
"Err... Sorry... Yesss, no problem. You know you're always welcome."
Jolindi had noticed Dirk's stare at her pubic area and giggled. "I know that in my condition, I should ideally be swimming in an extra-large one-piece swimsuit, not a bikini set which is two sizes too small." Dirk's interest in her privates woke the butterfly in her tummy.
Dirk raised an eyebrow in Jolindi's direction. "Why wear it if it is too small?" His eyes drifted back to her scantily covered pubic area, which sported a camel toe.
Jolindi grinned as she stepped out of the pool, and headed for her towel on the grass. "It is better than nothing, I guess. It was the only set in Gramps's home." She kneeled onto her towel and bundled her hair in her neck and squeezed out the water. When she couldn't press out any more water, she let her hair fall onto her back. "I last used these when I was about fourteen and still developing." She took her boobs in her hands and lifted them to indicate what was 'still developing'.
Dirk's eyes were momentarily captured by her larger-than-usual breasts, which threatened to escape from her bikini top. He smiled, thinking that he could offer to get her one of Alta's more modest bikini sets, but discarded the idea. A voice, in the back of his mind, told him that Alta would be furious if she discovered that he searched her drawers. The voice also told him that he would be stupid to ruin the view of Jolindi's tits as it was. Dirk smiled mischievously and winked at Jolindi. "You could always swim in your underwear if it is a better fit."
