Ô, les beaux kikis!

The nieghbors across the street have been on vacation for a week. They, like the belle-famille, have a small pool in their yard. Unlike the belle-famille, the woman sometimes sunbathes topless, which we can see very well from the upstairs rooms. However, as I said, she was out of the area for the past week. A group of youngsters has been using their pool. Now, the neighbors might have given permission to one or two of the preteens to swim in the pool, but we're certain that they don't have permission to climb onto the roof of the house and jump into the pool (which is about four feet deep), or to clamber up the wall around the yard before leaping into the water.

Beau-père and belle-mère were surprised three days ago to see, from the kitchen window, two pairs of buttocks wiggling right at their faces before disappearing behind the wall to the sound of a miniature tidal wave. They were even more surprised the next day to see first the backside--and then the frontside! "Don't the realize that our kitchen window looks right over the pool?" belle-mere asked the family.

Yesterday at lunch the two boys were back to their antics. Beau-père, belle-mère, Jube and I were all eating and talking about the boys in the pool. Belle-mère said, "If they show us their butts today, then I'll ask them to turn around and show us the other side like yesterday." We didn't have to wait for long. One of the boys climbed up the wall, pulled down his swim trunks, and wiggled his buttocks at the kitchen window. Belle-mère opened her mouth to ask him to turn around, when he did it of his own accord. We all started laughing, belle-mère applauded, and Beau-père slipped closer to the window and shouted, "Ô, les beaux kikis!"

The boy leaped immediately into the water to the sound of our laughter, and we didn't see another kiki all day.