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Friendly Neighbor

... he seemed a lot like me. We were both late twenties, about six feet tall, average weight. The biggest difference was that I had dark hair and he was blond like his wife. Back on the road, the chatter went full blast again. We were making such good time that we jointly elected to push on to Valdosta and find a place for the four of us to have dinner together. We found a nice little place a few blocks off the expressway. Face to face, we finally got around to exchanging real names. "Hi, Friendly Neighbor. I’m Dave and this is my wife Cindy." "Pleased to meet you Dave and Cindy, we’re Swen and Olga." Olga was a tall and slender, probably five foot eight. She and Swen were already dressed for Florida. He was in Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt. She was in red sundress that contrasted wonderfully with her blond hair and green eyes. The dress showed the pleasant curve of her hips and the pointy outline of her nipples, just enough shape to leave no doubt that she was a woman. Cindy was quite a contrast to Olga. Cindy was a brunette and five foot one when she stretched. Her body was all curves and beautifully proportioned. She was closer to a Marilyn Monroe than a Twiggy. In a just few minutes, we had settled in at a table with menus and a round of drinks. Over dinner, the XYLs finally got an opportunity to talk to each other and were taking full advantage of it, chatting quietly with each other about whatever wives talk about. Swen and I were doing the usual guy thing—talking too ...

... loudly about the relative merits of our favorite football teams. Away from the radios and talking like normal people, Swen asked me how I got my Rainmaker handle. Somehow it seemed that no one ever used real names on the radio. "Well, you see, Cindy and I have a little outboard runabout. It seems as though every time I slide that boat into the water, the sky darkens and starts dumping rain. And how did you become the Friendly Neighbor?" Now Swen’s voice dropped a few decibels. "I don’t usually tell that story until I know someone for a few years. But ya know, after talking with ya all day, I feel like I have known ya for years. Ya see it’s this way, Olga and I and a small group of our best pals like to get very friendly, if ya know what I mean." I was still pretty naive. Cindy had been my first and only lover, although I think I was her fourth. I replied, "Actually, I don’t know what you mean." Cindy jabbed my side and said, "You dope, he means that they swap." I nearly choked on my wine. "Is that what you were saying?" "Ja, you bet." "Wow. I’ve heard of people doing that but I don’t think that..." I was rudely interrupted by another jab in the side from my spouse. She said, "Olga and I have been talking about your parties. They sound like a lot of fun." "Oh, are they ever!" said Olga. Swen looked across the table and quietly said, "I don’t know of a better way to unwind from a long, hard day on the road. Maybe you two would like to save half the cost of a motel room and join us ...