Besides the driver there were three men working at the back of the truck. All four workers were black men; big burly bucks sweating hard in the rhythm of their daily grind.
Chattering amongst themselves in a world all their own, little did they know that something very special was waiting for them at the very next house! For in the yard of that house whose blue shimmering pool lay outside their reach every week on their rounds, tantilizing their aching heated bodies with fantasies of immersion in its slippery coolness was a vision that would be burned into their memories for the rest of their lives.
Rox had already begun to slip her bottoms off as the inevitability of the garbage men seeing her sank into my consciousness. Only then did I understand that Rox had chosen that moment of that day to live out a fantasy that she'd had since she was a teen-ager: to expose her lilly-white nakedness to the eyes of these common black laborers, to show her body to men whose brutish lust she was sure to evoke.
In a flash I remembered Rox telling me how tempting it had been for her as a girl to see the potential audience of working men that would pass by her back yard once a week. How easy it would have been for her to feign an "accidental" exposure, to be caught sunbathing topless in the yard or hanging up the wash in a next-to-nothing nightie when they happened by! I knew she would get wet just thinking about the animal desire she could bring out in men to whom she was untouchable by allowing them visual access to her sexuality. But for the fear of being caught by her parents and disciplined harshly she probably would have had something to show them every week.
Now there was nothing standing between her and the fulfillment of her fantasy but the two tiny pieces of cloth that had covered her intimate parts moments earlier. Now they appeared as nothing more than props in this scenario that my wife was creating, their only use, as she casually wrang them out as if it was the most common thing in the world, to draw attention to the fact that what they once covered was now bare. As the workers finished picking up her parents' trash they climbed aboard the vehicle and moved rapidly toward our back yard.
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