Tales of the Cabin – Part 8

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I had to laugh at myself when I realized just how long it had been since I’d actually worn clothes.  It had been almost three months which is when I had gotten Shane’s moved up.

September had flown by and I wasn’t ready for winter yet.  The one downside to a nudist colony this far north, the “clothed” season was far too long.  The mornings were already getting a bit chilly and so putting on clothes wasn’t as bad.  The biggest thing I had to think about this month was the meeting with Steve Schmidgall as a potential resident and what I was going to wear for Halloween.

My morning coffee was interrupted shortly after sunrise as my phone rang.  I looked at my watch ‘5:25’ and I let out an involuntary groan.  Who the hell is calling me this early?

I looked at the caller ID and saw ‘S Schmidgall’.

I summoned up as much “peppy” as I could muster and answered the phone. The smooth baritone voice that came down the line caught me off guard.

It was Steve already on the road.  According to his directions, he’d be up there in about two and a half hours.

What time was he up, and on the road, to be here that quickly?  From the metro to here was six hours with good weather.

Whatever time it was, I had two hours to clean the house and make sure the lodge was still as clean as it had been yesterday.  I downed the rest of my coffee and got to work on the house.  It was quick work but still I wanted it to look its best.  It was the downside to being the owner and manager of the community, my home was the show home.

Sunrise saw me making my way over to the lodge.  I’d poured coffee into a travel mug and was being lazy, taking one of the golf carts we had for deliveries and mail runs.  I was just about to open up the lodge when Aaron walked out drenched in sweat and Andy was sheepishly following him, in the same condition but turning bright red.

“Morning boys, the lodge still cleaned up?  We have a potential resident that’ll be here in about an hour.”

Aaron shot me a look but confirmed that the lodge was still clean.  I believed him but I still made a mental note to double check the pool, hot tub, and sauna, just in case.

Aaron pushed by me and Andy followed with a puzzled look and a shrug.  Either Andy was clueless or he didn’t understand why Aaron was still angry with me. An issue for another time, Steve will be here in about an hour.

I made quick work of the lodge as Aaron and Andy had done an excellent job of cleaning up and not leaving any evidence of their late-night escapade.

Satisfied that the key areas of the tour were ready, I thought about taking a morning jog along the trail that circled the houses and the smallest of the three lakes on the property.  Once we incorporated, we’d need to re-name those lakes as well.

Just as I took off in a jog, my cellphone rang.  I tapped my headset and it was Steve.  He was at the gate but had apparently written down the access code I’d set up for him incorrectly.  I remembered the number I’d assigned to him and repeated to him.  As I gave him the last number, I heard the thump and then the gears opening the gates.  I told him to follow the road to its end, where there was a parking lot and I’d meet him there.

I hadn’t been nervous up until this point.  I’d always thought about having new residents move in and that word of mouth would get us to grow.  Even if it was mostly warm season residents, they would still be income.

Well, since I can’t get my morning jog to the lake and back in this morning, might as well jog out to the parking lot.  I was shocked when I got jogged out of the woods and into the clearing where the parking lot was and saw a large well-built man standing naked next to his car.

That same smooth baritone voice called out, “You must be Vince!” and he took off towards me at a trot.  He made about two thirds of the distance to me before I realized that I had stopped and was staring at him.  6’6” and about 250lbs with strong Nordic face along with a shaved head and a braided goatee that made him into an imposing figure.

Steve trotted up and shook my hand with enough force to actually lift up my right side.

He seemed to sense my sudden profound dis-ease and asked “Do I need a costume or something?  I thought it would be a bit too early for that.  Halloween is still weeks away.”

I let out a small laugh, “Well, are you a good witch or a bad witch?” I asked meekly.

“Well, if you ask my ex-husband, he’d tell you that I’m a bad bitch.” he sighed.

He’s gay?! Okay, I can relax now.

“No worries about that.  Let’s get going.  With any luck, we’ll time this right for the Friday grill out lunch.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We took off down the path, Steve dwarfing me and yet, I lost my worries about him as we walked and talked.

He had been divorced for a couple of years and decided that now was a good time to retire and disappear for a while.

I asked him what he had done for work and you could have pushed me over with a feather when he told me that he was a former pro hockey player.

“You mean, like IHSL?” I asked not willing to believe there was a top level gay athlete standing beside me.


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Author: J. Ray Lamb

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