Ronnie splashed him playfully. “Um, um, uh. Real intelligent. Now get over here and let’s get cleaned up, or you can sleep with someone else tonight.”
With numb fingers, Court hurried to comply. He unzipped his jeans and managed to shuck them off without standing, briefs, too. When they were halfway to his knees, he stopped to tug his shirt over his head. He couldn’t move fast enough, and was soon completely tangled up in his clothes. “Ronnie, help!”
He heard more splashes as Ronnie returned to the shore, then felt his friend’s sure hands on his arms. “Stop wriggling. You’re only making it worse.”