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CHAPTER 5

The sun streamed in through the patio doors. Grant opened his eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight. Jill was still asleep next to him. She lay face down, the white bra cutting in to her freckled back. She hadn’t bothered taking it off the night before – and neither had he.

He got out of bed and walked out onto the patio. The tiles were already hot. He was still naked, but the balcony was high enough to hide his modesty from any neighbours. It was just before six and not a soul was about. The pool below looked cold but inviting so he decided to go for an early morning swim to wake his body up.

He tiptoed into the bedroom where Tim and Sally were fast asleep, and rummaged through the wardrobe for a pair of swimming trunks. He slipped them on, found a towel and stopped only for a swig of mineral water before making his way downstairs.

The first decision of the day was which pool to use. The one nearest the apartment was large but shallow, whereas the diving pool near the hotel was smaller, deeper and therefor probably colder. He chose the latter. Dropping his towel by the side, he plunged headfirst into the deep end. The cold water was a shock to the system and he hit the surface gasping for air.

“What’s it like?” asked a female voice coming from behind. He swivelled to see where it was coming from. She was sitting on the spring board, her knees pulled up to her chest. She wore a plain black swimsuit with a Speedo logo on the hip. Her legs were very long and very white, her arms freckled. At first he didn’t recognise her as the girl from the disco.

“It’s cold, but once you’re in….”

“It’s not too bad,” she laughed at finishing his sentence.

“Is it deep?” she added.

Grant put his hands above his head and submerged so he was standing on the bottom before pushing back up to the surface.

“OK,” she said, and slipped off the board into the water like a seal. Grant waited for her to reappear, but she didn’t. He turned in the water to look around the pool. Nothing. Before his mind even began to think she might be drowning, the water directly in front of him erupted and she surfaced and burst out laughing.

“You are right, it is cold,” she gasped. “It’s a good job you’re not a brass monkey.” Then she sprinted off to the other end doing a racing crawl, tumble-turned and disappeared again. He turned trying to track her position under water. She was an excellent swimmer for sure. He floated on his back and looked up at the clear blue sky. Again she burst to the surface next to him, half submerging him with the wake.

“Hi, I’m Sara. You must be Grant, Emma’s dad. I saw you in the disco last night, eyeing up that Spanish woman.”

“I’ll have you know I am a happily married man,” he said, trying to sound affronted.

She laughed again and swam across on her back to the side of the pool, when there, she levered herself out of the pool leaving a trail of water behind her. She walked over to the springboard where she had left her towel, picked it up and wrapped it around her shoulders. She headed back past the sand pits to the apartments. He watched her go. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

“See you later,” she called, walking off.

What a precocious young lady, thought Grant.