Another Sexy Waterbed Adventure

This young woman buys a waterbed from my store and as was the case in those days, I not only sold the beds but I delivered them. So I show up the next afternoon to install the bed. It was summer and if you are familiar with southeast Ohio, it was plenty hot and humid.

I locate her house, which is not much more than a shack down an overgrown driveway in the poorest part of the county. The young lady comes out to greet me and in that skimpy t-shirt she is 5 alarm drop dead gorgeous. She introduces me to an old guy who owns the house and to her three or four year old boy.

She shows me the room where the waterbed is to be installed and tells me that she is recently divorced and the old man is her ex husband’s father. Now that’s strange.

Next thing I know (this is a true story) I hear tires screeching on gravel and this beefy guy (the ex husband) jumps out of the car. He has police uniform pants on and the biggest gun and holster a man can strap to a gut, plus a sweaty wife beater shirt on. His car is an older model Ford (the wrong color for a police car) with rust and dings and a set of police lights strapped to the top. Deliverance all over again.

He storms into the house and has words with his ex wife, most of which is garbled to me. What I did hear is her telling him that they are divorced and she would do what she wanted and him telling her that she is the mother of his son and she was to do what he says.

Next thing I know I have this big, sweaty sheriff wanna be in my face telling me I better get this water bed done fast and get straight the hell out of there, which is exactly what I did.