Sounds rather perversely logical, doesn’t it?
Yeah, well, when Burton and Shannon Lynne moved directly next door to the Lipenskys…
Now wait, I must explain that the Lipensky home, and then also the Lynne home, was not only next door to each other but, as attached town homes, if Mitchell were to cut an opening in his dining room it would open to Shannon’s bed room. Now, truly, that’s what I would call directly next door!
Standing at five foot two inches, weighing about one twelve with short cut, blondish hair, brown eyed, olive skinned, small busted, ( if she has any boobs at all, Mitchell had thought) intelligent, with a pleasing personality, Shannon Lynne was far from what Mitchell Lipensky thought of as attractive and was never the subject of his sexual fantasies… Up to a point.
So, for the next twenty-six years the neighbors were, well, neighborly. They would say, “hello,” or “good morning,” or… well you get the idea. Occasionally they would be invited next door for a neighborly type party: there was a St. Patrick’s Day party at the Lynne home and a New Year’s party at the Lipensky home. But for some reason; possibly thinking it best not to become too friendly with people whose lining-room could open into your bedroom, or visa-versa. Seemingly, seemingly all the neighbors had in common was a love of dogs.
Dogs, by the way, have nothing to do with this story…. Well, dogs have almost nothing to do with this story.
Then there was Burton Lynne.
Burton, up until the mid-nineteen-eighties was a highly paid architect…
Burton was a highly paid architect until the advent of computers which he hated and flatly refused to learn and to use and to incorporate within his architectural renderings.
Burton flatly refused to learn and to use the computer until November twelve, nineteen-eighty when – never imagining they would – he was fired from his – as far as architectural firms go – prestigious firm.
From then. From that time on; no longer an architect, now an alcoholic, Burton Lynne spent the remainder of his life working towards becoming a fall down drunk… An occupation which— with the help of a whole lot of scotch — he ultimately achieved.
This, of course, eventually affected his wife, big time.
Oh, yeah, we were going to talk about ‘the boat.’
The sub-division Shannon and Mitchell lived in was on the northern shore of Westlake Lake and, though attached units – facing multi-million dollar homes that faced attached units – the sub-division did have highly coveted docking provisions for forty electric boats.
In year 2005, having then lived there for twenty-seven years, in rotation, the Lipenskys were offered and jumped on the offer of a recently vacated boat dock.
Problem was they had sixty days to dock a boat in the recently vacated boat dock.
Now, to be honest, throughout these many years Shannon and Mitchell had become slightly more than ‘neighbors’ as there had been, oh, slightly more than slightly flirtatious talk, but nothing more until…
Sorry, but I’m getting ahead of myself and we’ll get back to that later.
Having to come up with money to purchase an electric boat. Looking for a partner, when mentioning the dock space to Shannon, “Hey,” she said, “we’ll go into it with you, if you want!”
Yeah, you bet!
So, yes, the Lynnes and Lipenskys became partners in a docking space along with an older, eighteen foot long, electric, pontoon boat that they purchased for twenty-two hundred dollars… Until Burton Lynne passed away – from acute alcoholism – in May of 2008 and Marsha Lipensky – from a multitude of diabetic complications – in September of 2007.
Alright! Okay, as some are anxiously awaiting the continuation of this story of life and death and love and deceit – amongst the elderly –along with a wee smidgen of sex between Senior Citizen Shannon Lynne and Geezer Mitchell Lipensky…
“A ‘wee’ smidgen of sex?” one might question.
Well, considering their ages, one my well draw the conclusion that any sex between these two
would have to be of the wee smidgen variety.
“A wee smidgen, indeed!” We shall see.
I mean, really, to actually be banned from using their boat within Westlake Lake: a body of water that both Shannon and Mitchell were, as local homeowners, partial owners, along with, I might heretofore add, a goodly amount of public notoriety –the local newspaper kind – that really may have embarrassed…
Oh… yeah, once again I’m getting ahead of myself.
As for Shannon and Burton: Never knowing what might be awaiting her upon returning home from work, often finding her husband passed out on the floor when neighbors – Mitchell included – would be called to help get Burton off the floor, or a “nine-one-one” call would be made to send an ambulance to transport him to the hospital.
Blaming computers; actually blaming himself and the stubborn pride that took him from the job he loved along with the prestige of being among the best architects in his firm. Having become a purposeful drunk by the early nineties, Burton Lynne was no longer the man that Shannon, at one time, had loved. Matter of fact, by that time he was far, very far from the man that she had fallen in love with and married and, at times, Shannon couldn’t even remember the man he had been.
As for Marsha and Mitchell: Their marriage always one misspoken word away from a major confrontation with Mitchell doing the misspeaking and Marsha doing the confronting; the confronting of which would often go forth for days, then sometimes into weeks.
As Marsha grew older and iller her temper and distemper had magnified and when, for some unknown reason, even considering her diabetes, she became an invalid with her husband a very untalented, to say nothing of being a very unwilling caregiver, life, for Mitchell became near intolerable.
Actually the affair started, literally started over a dog. Well, I did say that dogs had almost nothing to do with this story.
Near every day, and living in Southern California, near every day was a day to sit outside with their dogs which Shannon and Mitchell would do in mid-afternoon. These times, by the way, were still within the time that Shannon and Mitchell remained but slightly more than friendly ‘neighbors’ as there had been, oh, slightly more than slightly flirtatious talk. But nothing more than slightly more than flirtatious talk, until…
To reiterate: Standing at five foot two inches, weighing about one twelve with short cut, blondish hair, brown eyed, olive skinned, small busted, ( if she has any boobs at all, Mitchell had thought) intelligent, with a pleasing personality, Shannon Lynne was far from what Mitchell Lipensky thought of as attractive and was never the subject of his sexual fantasies… Up to a point.
“Up to a point!”
And the point was made on the eighty degree, sunny afternoon of January seven, 2007 while Marsha was on an extended hospital stay and, coincidentally, the “nine-one-one” call having been made the night before, Burton Lynne was also hospitalized.
Lawn chairs taken onto the wide grassy area behind their two homes.
Sitting alongside, they had been talking of this and that when, standing, Shannon walked to where Andy sat— about seven feet away— and, straddling him, facing Mitchell, leaning forward stroking the underside of Andy’s muzzle; as Shannon leaned forward…
Fully, in full view—never knowing if it had been done accidentally or on purpose— Shannon’s light weight summer blouse gapping open…
Oh, yeah, Mitchell thought, thinking well beyond, "flirtatious", she does have boobs!
To be continued
©August 13, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman