It happens to be June 7th, 1996, and the kids are out of school. For the Dobson's, they finally get over to the pool. Two teens and their mother go to the public pool. Jenny, the oldest teen, is seen swimming with her friends. The mother, Stacy, relaxing and tanning in a lawn chair. Lucky, the youngest and 17 years old, has just put lotion on and about ready to get into the pool.
From another figure's point of view, a mid-thirties bald man, stocky and wearing a white muscle shirt and grey swim shorts. He sits up, legs on each side of the lawn chair, as he notices the redhead that stops long enough to see a brief silhouette of a young lady and sun shining behind her. He had happened to get up, to light a cigerette, as he caught her glimpse.
The older man, pretty much kept an eye on her, til she got in the pool and swam around. From Lucky's point of view, she had came up from the water, and sees this bald man staring at her. When he isn't puffing his cigerette, he would smile in her direction. "He has to be in his thirties", she thought. He looked like actor, John Carroll Lynch, from the Fargo movie she watched with her parents. But, this man had no hair.
He was about to get up, to join this redhead in the pool, smashing his cigerette butt in the nearby ashtray. A older blonde, with a seven year old boy, steps in front of him.
Penny: Gilbert, what are you doing.
Twisty: Just relaxing.
Penny: You're supposed be working. My husband's got a lot of yard work for you.
Twisty: You are my sister. Tell Joe, I will work, but after I have a swim.
Penny: Well, you know Joe, and he can get very impatient. He wants that yard work done, by the end of the month, or...
Twisty: Or what? Have me out on my butt? He's lucky he has help.
Penny could smell the cigerette smoke and is disgusted. She never liked the habit on her older brother.
Penny: I thought you quit smoking, Gilbert. I don't like it, when you reek of cigerettes, when you're around the kids.
Twisty: I'm still quitting, Penny. I'm down to a couple cigs a day.
Penny: Good, now go take a swim, and get that smell off of you.
Penny walks off before Twisty could say anything. From Lucky's point of view, it looked like he had a wife and kid, and felt somewhat hurt and disappointed. Lucky couldn't figure out, why she suddenly felt attracted to an older man. Perhaps, it has something to do with older men being more mature, so who knows.
The next day, the teens girls and their mother, return to the pool. Lucky happens to see the same man, but wearing a grey muscle shirt and navy green swim shorts. He's relaxing in a different lawn chair, and through his sunglasses, he could see her walk passed him. She tries not to look at him, knowing it's wrong to stare and feel attracted to a married man. After she gets in the pool, he sits up to take off his sunglasses, before following after her.
For him, there's just something about this redhead, that triggers him to follow after her. He knows that she appears too young for him, but what harm is just talking. Lucky had turned her head, and startles when she sees the same bald man swimming toward her. She acts like she doesn't see him, starts swimming away, but he is quick and catches up to her.
Twisty: Hey, can I talk to you, for a minute?
Lucky looked toward where her mom is, who is too busy tanning, then looks back at the bald man. He has such the sweetest and gentle voice. Almost child-like and it made her quiver with excitement.
Lucky: I don't know you.
Twisty: Of course, not. But for some reason, I have noticed you staring at me. And not just in the line of sight, but a lot.
Lucky: I'm sorry. It won't happen again. It must have made you uncomfortable.
Twisty: Don't apologize. I was staring too. I'm Gilbert Lampton. Some people call me "Twisty", cause sometimes I'm a clown and it's my clown name.
Lucky: Lucky Dobson. I'm here with my mom and sister. What about your family?
Twisty: I like to bring my sister, and her kids to the park, cause I like to spend time with them.
Lucky: But, aren't you married?
Twisty: Heck, no.
Hearing that this Gilbert is single, made her smile and blush, and he could see her face lit up.
Twisty: So, you like me, don't you?
Lucky nods, then looks away shyly.
Twisty: I like you too. Maybe, we can hang out, or something.
Lucky: Would it be wrong? Cause I'm only 17.
Twisty: I never picked up, on a young girl before, and I don't think that hanging out is wrong.
Lucky: That's true. Didn't think of that.
Right there and then, Twisty looked so good, he is good enough for a impulsive kiss. But, perhaps, getting to know him a bit better, would be a wise decision. That, and there is a lot of people around.
Lucky: What do we do now?
Twisty: Race you to the deep end and back.
Lucky: (shaking her head) Nope. I don't like the deep water.
Twisty: Deep water phobia, huh? Well, how about you hold onto me? I promise, I won't let you go.
In the back of Lucky's mind, she saw nothing wrong with hanging onto another man, while he helped her over to the deep end of the pool. It's just a kind and friendly gester, that he would do for his nieces and nephews.
Hanging on tightly around Twisty's neck, as he krept over to the deep end, they continue to talk. The back of his neck, the closeness of his skin, felt so good and made her stomach churn with excitement.
Twisty: What would happen if I let you go?
Lucky: I would freak out and probably drown.
Twisty: Don't want that.
Lucky: So, will this be the only place, we'll see eachother?
Twisty: Heck, no. I live on 231 East Broadway street. How far, is that, for you?
Lucky: Like two blocks away.
Twisty: Well, I'm not here everyday. You can come over, probably in the afternoon, and I got a niece and three nephews you can play with.
Lucky: Sure. Sounds like fun.
Lucky says, then they both laugh. From a distance, Stacy looks up from her lawn chair and sees Lucky on the back of a strange man. Not wanting to make a scene, she waits til Lucky is out of the pool, then confronts her.
Stacy: Lucky, what the heck were you doing, and who is that strange man.
Lucky: A friend, mom.
Twisty, who appears behind her, introduces himself.
Twisty: Gilbert Lampton, mam. You must me Lucky's mother.
Stacy: No offense, but Lucky, find friends your own age. He's got "pedophiliac" written on his face.
Twisty: Mam, I would never hurt your daughter, and it's not nice to judge.
Lucky is now feeling like her mother is embarrassing her, so she stays quiet, and hurt.
Stacy: Do you have kids, mister?
Twisty: No, but I am and uncle, and I never hurt my sister's kids.
Lucky: Mom, can I add, that he was going to introduce me to his niece and nephews? Just some kids, I can hang out with, this summer.
Stacy: Lucky, we'll discuss this at home, with your father. In the meantime, you two stay away from eachother. That scene, in the pool, made me uncomfortable.
Twisty: Understandable, mam. I gotta get to work, anyways.
After Twisty parts ways, after grabbing his towel from the lawn chair, he heads toward the changing rooms. Stacy had grabbed Lucky by the wrist, forcefully, dragging over to her lawn chair to sit down.
Stacy: What were you thinking, talking to older men you don't know, huh?
Lucky: He came over to me.
Stacy: You could have swam away, if he looked remotely weird, you know.
Lucky: But, he wasn't weird.
Stacy: Luckily. We will have to tell your father about this, you know, before you start hanging out with his wife and family.
In the back of Lucky's mind, Twisty mentioned that he isn't married, but she just nods in agreement.
Lucky: Okay, fine.