This is a continuation of a true story that took place a few years ago during Hurricane Charlie.
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The night went by like a restless journey on an uncomfortable bus. The wind continued to howl and you could hear the cracking sound of branches breaking. Somewhere around 4 am I got up and inspected the house for damage. The back corner of the house had sprung a leak, so I moved the furniture and pulled the carpet back and placed buckets to catch the water. Once daylight broke the storm had mostly pasted on except for an occasional band of rain that pasted through. I went outside and inspected the damage. I could not see any major structural damage to the house just several shingles missing from the roof where the leak had developed. Throughout the day I worked at putting tarp on the roof at places that I thought might prove to be a problem later. We also helped the neighbor's tarp their roofs.
My sister-in-law, Susan, pulled some meat that was now thawing in the freezer and fired up the grill and started cooking. We invited some of the neighbors to join us with some beer that was still cold somehow. After everyone was gone, we cleaned up from dinner, got he kids to bed in the same room, and we sat in the living room couch and listen to the radio.
We did not speak of what had occurred the night before but there was an uneasy silence between us. At soon as it got too dark to make it worth staying up any longer, Susan got up and said she was going to bed. We had filled the tubs in the house so that we could have water to wash with. Susan went into her bathroom and took a wet towel bath.
The reason I knew that was because I stood at her bedroom door and watcher her. She left the bathroom door open. I'm not sure if she did it on purpose or not, but at one point she looked up and saw me standing outside her bedroom.
She smiled at me but continued to wash. Surprisingly, she did not close the door.
I went to the other bathroom and stripped down and did the same. I washed with a wet cloth and soap. Brushed my teeth and even attempted to shave with cold water.
Once I was done, I wrapped myself with a towel around the waist and went back to living room. I heard her moving around in her bedroom with the door still opened. I went to the doorway and looked and saw that she was turning down her bed. She too was wrapped in a towel.
Her skin glowed in the gleam of the light of the kerosene lamp. I cleared my throat and asked in a sheepish way if I could borrow some boxers from her husband because I had no more clean cloths.
She looked back at me and smiled and said "sure there are some in that drawer over there", pointing to a large dresser on the far side of the room.
As walked over, from the corner of my eye I could see her remove the towel and crawl into bed with just a light sheet covering her. I took a pair of boxers out of the drawer and turned to walk out and notice that she was sitting up in bed with the sheet down around her waist and her perky breasts exposed.
She made no attempted to cover up. I stood there almost frozen in place.
She smiled and said, "Do you need something else?"
