Chapter 31

He leaned over the side of the pool, catching his breath. Such a stunning looking man in the summertime sun of July: wet and shimmering dark hair, rounded shoulders that still sported droplets of pool water on them; nose dripping with water; brown, moistened eyes reflecting in the bright afternoon sunshine; too young for wrinkles around his eyes or on his forehead. Beyond beautiful. My wet soulmate.

“How is the water today?” In the shade, I sat in one of the six Adirondack chairs next to the pool, trying to read over 27 in The Next Fall. I became bored with the words and characters and dialogue, and started to draw a stick figure in the right margin on the top page. Once that became dull, I started watching the pool boy doing laps in the pool. Now, with a green ink pen in hand (never red!), I drew muscles on the stick figure, biceps and quads, abs and gluts. And underneath the stick figure, I wrote in script: Tacoma