I was ready to swim my hardest to get away from him if he made any sudden move, but instead of a crash tackle he placed his strong hands on the edge of the pool and glided effortlessly upwards....
All of a sudden he darted away and swam to the other end of the pool. Gulp. Maybe I had scared him away by being so full on. But then I remembered how he had rocked gently in time with my hand, and...
We both stood there looking at each other, practically at opposite ends of the pool. Our eyes were mirroring the moon's shimmer on the water... or was that a just a wicked glint?
02-13-2003, 04:26 AM
