Summertime in Caper’s Babe. I’m sure summers are the same elsewhere here in Texas, but summers in Caper’s Babe are special, to me at least, because of the people. There are some interesting people here. Like the men I’d watched earlier. I slept in their attic later that night. But before that, I sat with them at dinner. But before that, they showered off the sweat. They used Dial soap and Prell shampoo and splashed on Brut aftershave. They dried each other off. They dressed.
I find dressing one’s body more fascinating than anything; the choices, colors, fabrics, the buttons, zippers, the softness and harness, the lines and curves.
Once they were ready, off they went to participate in various activities. I wondered if I should follow or stay on in the house and find my own things to participate in.