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1_million_words.
After about six hours of sex, room service, and watching shows on the Food Network, Simone propped herself up on one elbow to face Billy. “Want to go to the pool?”
“I don’t swim,” answered Billy.
“Don’t or can’t?”
“I don’t because I can’t.” The water had never held much appeal for him in this form. He preferred it frozen solid. Anything else was just summer. None of the kids in his neighborhood growing up had a pool, and his mother didn’t exactly trust his classmates who did, so she never pressed him to learn and he never learned.
“Well, come down anyway. I need a cabana boy. You can lotion me up.”
“Simone.”
She scrambled out of bed. “Wait ‘til you see me in my swimsuit.”
“I don’t know how it could be any better than what I’m seeing right now.”
She stopped long enough to plant a kiss on his lips. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but right now, we’re going swimming.”
“I know plenty of people who never left the hotel room on their honeymoon.”
“Really? Who?”
“All right, I’ve heard of plenty of people who never left the hotel room on their honeymoon.”
“Those people are boring. And not us,” Simone yelled from the bathroom.
“What if there are kids there?”
“There’ll be more splashing and noise. And ‘Eddie’ will rub lotion on his new bride’s back and pretend not to be jealous if some of the older boys ogle his woman in her swimming suit. It will be fine. I promise. If we stay in this room any longer though, I’m going to go crazy. And not the happy-go-lucky kind of crazy.”
“Okay, babe.”
“I could teach you to swim.”
“I don’t have any trunks.”
“I could swear I packed something.” Simone came back out of the bathroom and rummaged through her suitcase. A moment later, something soft landed on his chest.
He picked it up and looked at it. “Forget parole violation. I could get picked up for public indecency for wearing something like this.”
“That’s like what the Olympic swimmers wear. And nobody complains about them.”
“Summer Olympics, ugh.” He glanced over at his wife and then took a longer look at her baby blue bikini. “Now, if the women dressed like you, I might be interested.”
“Well, in order to appreciate this, you’re going to need to be at the pool. In that. In five. I’ll have the lotion ready.”
When Billy arrived at the outdoor pool, that was, thankfully, vacant except for them, he was wearing shorts and a white tee shirt. Simone just shook her head when she saw him.
“Don’t look at me like that. I could have traumatized the eighty-seven year-old lady out in the hallway.”
“You would have delighted her, and you know it.”
“Well, if she wants an eyeful…” he said, shucking off his shorts. Simone wolf-whistled at him and slapped him on the ass.
“Nice. So are you going to be getting wet with me?”
“Later.”
Simone rummaged through her bag and handed him a bottle of sunscreen. “Can you help me with this?” she asked.
He squirted some of the lotion into his hand and began to rub it onto her shoulders and back. Simone hummed appreciatively as he worked his way over all of her exposed skin.
“You’re going to need some too,” she said, when he finished and then she spread some of the sunscreen on his chest, back, and legs. He giggled when she reached his feet and tried to move them away. “That’s not necessary.”
“Ever had a sunburn on your feet?” she asked. He shook his head. “It’s not fun. But now, that I know you’re ticklish, I can use that later.” She put the sunscreen back in the bag. “You sure you don’t want to come in?”
“I’ll watch you,” Billy said.
Simone walked to the side of the pool, sat down, and then slipped into the water. Billy could hear her sharp inhalation of breath. “Cold?” he asked.
She nodded, “It’ll take a minute.” She bobbed up and down in the water for a moment and then submerged completely and started to swim. He watched her, taking long smooth strokes to cross the length of the pool and then circle back again. She was as graceful in the water as he used to be on the ice.
The gate leading to the pool creaked and a woman walked in with two young kids following closely behind her. Billy shifted uncomfortably in the patio chair and looked toward Simone for help.
“Eddie, you okay?” she called. It was a reminder that no one knew him here. No one was looking for him. The damnable piece of paper said “Billy Callahan”, not “Eddie Collins”.
And Billy Callahan wasn’t guilty of anything other than being a teenager, no matter what the courts seem to think. He wasn’t somebody like Kennerly or Tiger Bob. Those were guys that these rules were made for. Not him.
He heard a shriek from the pool as the mother climbed down the stairs with her two-year-old daughter clinging to her. The little girl did not appreciate the cold water at all. She screamed and kicked her feet. The little boy, who Billy figured was about five years old, did not help matters as he did a cannonball into the shallow end, splashing his sister. The woman gave the boy a warning look and said something that wasn’t in English.
Billy relaxed and stretched out in the pool chair. The sun burned brightly overhead. He closed his eyes against the light and before he knew it, he was asleep.
He woke to water dripping on his face as Simone leaned over him. “C’mon, husband mine. Let’s go back to the room and commit some acts of private indecency.”
Billy scrambled out of the chair, pulled his clothes back on, and went to follow Simone. He was on board with that. It was, after all, their honeymoon.
1_million_words.After about six hours of sex, room service, and watching shows on the Food Network, Simone propped herself up on one elbow to face Billy. “Want to go to the pool?”
“I don’t swim,” answered Billy.
“Don’t or can’t?”
“I don’t because I can’t.” The water had never held much appeal for him in this form. He preferred it frozen solid. Anything else was just summer. None of the kids in his neighborhood growing up had a pool, and his mother didn’t exactly trust his classmates who did, so she never pressed him to learn and he never learned.
“Well, come down anyway. I need a cabana boy. You can lotion me up.”
“Simone.”
She scrambled out of bed. “Wait ‘til you see me in my swimsuit.”
“I don’t know how it could be any better than what I’m seeing right now.”
She stopped long enough to plant a kiss on his lips. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but right now, we’re going swimming.”
“I know plenty of people who never left the hotel room on their honeymoon.”
“Really? Who?”
“All right, I’ve heard of plenty of people who never left the hotel room on their honeymoon.”
“Those people are boring. And not us,” Simone yelled from the bathroom.
“What if there are kids there?”
“There’ll be more splashing and noise. And ‘Eddie’ will rub lotion on his new bride’s back and pretend not to be jealous if some of the older boys ogle his woman in her swimming suit. It will be fine. I promise. If we stay in this room any longer though, I’m going to go crazy. And not the happy-go-lucky kind of crazy.”
“Okay, babe.”
“I could teach you to swim.”
“I don’t have any trunks.”
“I could swear I packed something.” Simone came back out of the bathroom and rummaged through her suitcase. A moment later, something soft landed on his chest.
He picked it up and looked at it. “Forget parole violation. I could get picked up for public indecency for wearing something like this.”
“That’s like what the Olympic swimmers wear. And nobody complains about them.”
“Summer Olympics, ugh.” He glanced over at his wife and then took a longer look at her baby blue bikini. “Now, if the women dressed like you, I might be interested.”
“Well, in order to appreciate this, you’re going to need to be at the pool. In that. In five. I’ll have the lotion ready.”
When Billy arrived at the outdoor pool, that was, thankfully, vacant except for them, he was wearing shorts and a white tee shirt. Simone just shook her head when she saw him.
“Don’t look at me like that. I could have traumatized the eighty-seven year-old lady out in the hallway.”
“You would have delighted her, and you know it.”
“Well, if she wants an eyeful…” he said, shucking off his shorts. Simone wolf-whistled at him and slapped him on the ass.
“Nice. So are you going to be getting wet with me?”
“Later.”
Simone rummaged through her bag and handed him a bottle of sunscreen. “Can you help me with this?” she asked.
He squirted some of the lotion into his hand and began to rub it onto her shoulders and back. Simone hummed appreciatively as he worked his way over all of her exposed skin.
“You’re going to need some too,” she said, when he finished and then she spread some of the sunscreen on his chest, back, and legs. He giggled when she reached his feet and tried to move them away. “That’s not necessary.”
“Ever had a sunburn on your feet?” she asked. He shook his head. “It’s not fun. But now, that I know you’re ticklish, I can use that later.” She put the sunscreen back in the bag. “You sure you don’t want to come in?”
“I’ll watch you,” Billy said.
Simone walked to the side of the pool, sat down, and then slipped into the water. Billy could hear her sharp inhalation of breath. “Cold?” he asked.
She nodded, “It’ll take a minute.” She bobbed up and down in the water for a moment and then submerged completely and started to swim. He watched her, taking long smooth strokes to cross the length of the pool and then circle back again. She was as graceful in the water as he used to be on the ice.
The gate leading to the pool creaked and a woman walked in with two young kids following closely behind her. Billy shifted uncomfortably in the patio chair and looked toward Simone for help.
“Eddie, you okay?” she called. It was a reminder that no one knew him here. No one was looking for him. The damnable piece of paper said “Billy Callahan”, not “Eddie Collins”.
And Billy Callahan wasn’t guilty of anything other than being a teenager, no matter what the courts seem to think. He wasn’t somebody like Kennerly or Tiger Bob. Those were guys that these rules were made for. Not him.
He heard a shriek from the pool as the mother climbed down the stairs with her two-year-old daughter clinging to her. The little girl did not appreciate the cold water at all. She screamed and kicked her feet. The little boy, who Billy figured was about five years old, did not help matters as he did a cannonball into the shallow end, splashing his sister. The woman gave the boy a warning look and said something that wasn’t in English.
Billy relaxed and stretched out in the pool chair. The sun burned brightly overhead. He closed his eyes against the light and before he knew it, he was asleep.
He woke to water dripping on his face as Simone leaned over him. “C’mon, husband mine. Let’s go back to the room and commit some acts of private indecency.”
Billy scrambled out of the chair, pulled his clothes back on, and went to follow Simone. He was on board with that. It was, after all, their honeymoon.
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