That afternoon, I went into the living room to watch some T.V.. Tracy, however, was bored of T.V., and wanted to try my heated indoor pool. She went into the kitchen and said to Karin, “Karin, you said that if I wanted to use the pool downstairs I could.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I’d like to use it this afternoon.”
“Can you wait an hour for me to warm the water?”
“Sure.” Tracy went upstairs and put her swimsuit on underneath her clothes. In an hour, she went downstairs with a towel, and took a swim in the pool. Now that I think about it, I don’t see why she didn’t use the game. She could have created someone to swim with.
The afternoon progressed, and I was getting worried because Tracy was nowhere to be seen, so I approached Karin. “Karin, have you seen Tracy?”
“I won’t tell.”
“Okay. Is she in the house?”
“Yes, and that’s all you’re getting out of me.” So with that, I searched the house. Not finding her in any off the normal locations, it dawned on me that she could be in the basement, using the pool. I went downstairs and sure enough, she was there.
“So, here you are!” I said.
“Yes, come on in, the water’s fine.” Tracy stated.
“I don’t swim.”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot. Why not just come in the shallow end?”
“No thanks, I just wanted to know where you were. I will sit and watch, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” She commented. I went over to the closet and dug out the beach chairs, and brought it over near the deep end. Sitting down, I put on some shades and leaned back. She swam over to the edge and put her arms on the top of the sides. You didn’t get one for me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know you wanted one.”
“Oh, I guess that one will do.” She tried to pull herself out of the water, but at last resorted to the ladder which was nearby. All wet, she came over and sat on the end of my beach chair. She wiggled her head and got me all wet.
“Tracy? Would you like to go out tonight?” I asked.
“I don’t know, would I have to wear makeup?”
“Yes, but just think, this would be the last time.”
“Oh, all right. Mind if I lay there too?” She said, motioning toward where I was laying.
“Yes. Not because I don’t like you, it’s just that you’re all wet.”
“All wet am I.” She stated. She grabbed her towel and made an attempt to dry herself off. Returning she asked permission, and I gave it to her. “Adam, do you really like me?”
“Why of course, why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s just that. . .”
“Just what?”
“Well, Tricia told me that you and her were almost … well … a couple, and you claimed you liked her.”
“And I did.”
