My niece and her roommate are spending time with me over the summer break. My swimming pool is the deciding factor.
I am not a morning person, needing a hit of coffee, first thing. The first morning they are here, I zombie-walk into the kitchen for coffee and see her roommate fixing breakfast. Her butt is sheer perfection in a red thong.
Without looking at me, she asks, “See anything you like?”
My heart stops and my mouth goes dry.
“The pool wasn’t our only interest.”
I gulp at the word, “Our,” as I feel two hands on my hips.
