This wasn't crazy... it was insane. I was always an ugly duckling in high school, shy... definitely not an alpha guy. When I returned to the states after the Vietnam War, somebody must have punched my damn dance card because suddenly I'd become a hot commodity, and not having a lot of experience I really was at a loss to know how to respond to the new found interest I was getting from the opposite sex. Didn't have a job, there were none to be had, so I moved in with my parents temporarily. I spent mornings four days a week at the employment office as required to get benefits, then I spent my afternoons at the community clubhouse pool. A lot of the lots in the community were still vacant, so I was usually the only person there during the afternoon most day. Being at home after having been in the military for four years was claustrophobic for me, no privacy and my father and I fought a lot. I think the stress finally got to me, and being alone in the pool was the only place I could chill. Being a normal guy... other than being fatally shy, one afternoon in the pool I was feeling aroused, and usually being alone I figured I'd take advantage of the situation. Wrong! As soon as my brain went in guy mode, I heard the door of the clubhouse open and there stood a girl... I knew she saw what I'd been doing because she was all smiles, tossed her towel on one of the lounges and proceeded to walk into the pool and straight up to me. I had been able to put myself together before she got too close. She started chatting me up, talking about everything but what she'd just seen and being as friendly as could be. The only problem with the situation was she was still below the violation line yet age wise, if you get my meaning. I was polite, in fact, when we finally said our goodbyes and headed home, I realized we'd been talking for two hours. I figured she'd been friendly because she'd caught me at a vulnerable moment. As fate would have it, that wasn't the end of the story. It seems that I started having regular company at the pool frequently. And, soon she was bringing her sister who was a year older along for the company and conversation. She also was still a potential violation. They never teased, but we always found something to laugh about, and since at 22, I'd never been attracted to younger women, shall we say, I thought of the two of them more as friends I'd never had before. But, I was fully conscious that the community center manager was aware that where there were now three people there use to only be me... and this was during the period where we were all 'crazy Vietnam Veterans' and not to be trusted... sort of like the crowds with torches and pitchforks chasing the Frankenstein monster... hey, that's really how it was... and this was a dangerous situation, all it would take would be one phone call from him to the cops and our afternoon pool parties would end quickly and finally. I think the girls were on the same wavelength, because out of the clear blue sky one afternoon, I suddenly became transportation for shopping, going to parks or anything to get away from other people. I got introduced to their father, a single parent who seemed out of his depth with these two young women he'd had to raise. He was nice enough to me. The situation finally came to an end when I got a federal job on the second shift. Suddenly, I had a new pool of women to talk to and actually date. I got an apartment near where I was working and may have seen the two girls in passing after that. I found a girlfriend at my job, later met and married another girl, got divorced, then remarried a much nicer person. But, I made it past that one moment, that one dangerous moment.