Caroline Rumford was bored. She was bored with her home. She was bored with her routine. And she was bored with her clothes. The sight of her husband, the way he tapped his spoon on the side of his morning cup of coffee, made her agitated.
She would linger by the poolside at her country club pool, pondering those who came and went. Until that day when she spotted the friend of the Haverell's. Tall, lean, and well built, her eyes danced over his muscled body, at his thick dark hair and she wondered...
"Why Caroline, that's Trask Fontaine, the new first-grade teacher - he'll start in the fall now that Maxine Brown died in that horrible fall at the school bus dock," said Mimsy Goodhue. "He's terribly good looking, and getting his doctorate in elementary education from State."
"He must be good if he meets Superintendent Haverell's standards."
The two watched as Trask mounted the diving board, sprang forth, and went into the water with barely a splash.
"If he's new, maybe he needs help," thought Caroline. And little Susie, her stepdaughter, would be in that class. I could become his room mother. I could help him get a firm grip on his...
"Excuse me, ladies," said Trask as strode by, the fabric to his trunks clinging to his lower body.
Caroline was transfixed by what she saw, what she imagined, and how it made her feel.
"Mimsy, did you see the way he looked at me? As if..."
FYI: “THEIR” is misspelled as “THIER” on the cover.
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