I'll Be Around Ch. 01

Jack and Jill grow and make it out like minks.

In the Wheatfield?s house in suburban San Francisco, USA, year 1967, there lived a Swedish exchange student named Jill Olson. She?s 19, extremely beautiful that back in her country someone said that her natural beauty could make a blind man see again. But though most of the teenagers at that time were gravitated to that hippie culture, she for one didn?t seem to go for it for she disliked mind-bending drugs but liked spontaneity, The Beatles, The Doors, the companion of guys, modern thinking, and sexual freedom. Most of all she wanted to become a psychologist.

For the past two weeks eversince school started in Golden Gate College, Jill was having a crush on a lad next to the Wheatfield?s house. His name was Jack Meoff, a college student majoring in Business Administration in the same school. Though he smoked pot occasionally he was not deep into the ?hippie? thing either. He was just merely staying in the fringes watching those barefooted, braless hippie girls wearing flowers in their hair, and beads along with their folksy clothes. He had only been once in one of their rallies listening to their chants crying out for world peace. What he disliked about them is their seemingly vague and senseless direction.

Jack had the kind of naturally dark curly hair that girls would love to run their fingers through. It didn?t hurt one bit that he was also tall, charming in a way and had a lean athletic built. Jill was dying to meet him. Every morning she would peer out the window to spy on him. She once had waved at him when his glance met hers and both knew that their attraction was hot. They both entertained the thought that they would hook up with each other one way or another, sooner or later.

One Sunday morning, Jill saw him from her window talking to his father outside their four-car garage. His dad was asking him to clean his cherished 1953 Buick Roadster 8.

Earlier, Jill saw Jack?s mom left and now his father was leaving too. That meant Jack would be left in the house.

The Wheatfields, Mary, and Joseph together with their two little daughters had gone to visit Mary?s parents and so she was left alone with just the maid named Concordia.

Just when she left the window, Jack glanced up and missed seeing her. Suddenly Jill popped into his mind and pushed Nicole Sinclair away from his thoughts. Nicole was a law student from another school that Jack was dating. He?d be seeing her that afternoon and that made him feel good. He thought of his plans about her as he walked into the garage and drove out the bean gray Buick o the gravel drive.

Jill took a shower and glanced at her naked body in the mirror. Her curves delighted her as she applied lotion to moisturize her almost bronzed-like skin. Pulling on her Rudi Gernreich lingerie, she thought no man alive could look into those delightful curves and not have a solid hard on.

Wearing casual body-hugging shorts and top, she scurried downstairs and talked to Concordia telling her that she?d like to meet the young Meoff next door. Though she was undeniably sexy, Jill still carried that wholesome girl next door image that most guys were crazy about. Concordia wowed at her and predicted Jack would fall head over heels for her. Jill loved compliments and patted Concordia affectionately on the back. She knew how to flirt with guys especially if she so desired. Since high school she?s been with a number of guys and went to as far as almost going all the way. She maintained that ?almost thing? but now she wanna get laid real good. No more ?almost? but all the way for her sake.

After her little chitchat with Concordia, she gulped her orange juice and set off to the garden. She climbed a tree and sat on a sturdy branch that overlooked well to the Meoffs? house.

Jack was going about to clean the car as Jill settled in a striking pose leaning against the trunk.

She watched Jack got inside the car and switched on the radio. The perky rock ditty ?I Think We?re Alone Now? by Tommy James