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It's dark, and the pool is warm. I float on my back, watching the stars, almost believing in my weightlessness that I am adrift amongst them.
A sound catches my attention. I turn my head.
Naked, she enters the pool. The moonlight reveals the curve of her hip, the soft shape of her breasts, the smile on her face.
She moves towards me. I roll forwards and towards her. We touch.
The beer farts that had collected in my board shorts escape at last, breaking the surface between us in a stinking wave.
Damn.
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