As Gus Keller swam in the pool, he was able to take in Michele Bravo’s beauty from many angles. She wore a white one piece that contrasted with her glowing tan, and showed off her long, toned legs with the sculpted thighs and calves of a bicyclist, flat stomach, high, small, perfectly formed breasts, and the sculpted biceps and triceps of a weight trainer.
As he swam beneath her, the image of her body, with the white suit outlined against the bright sun, reminded him of something. Not…Jaws…what….of course, The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Jeez, thought Keller. How is it that I can remember movies…movies that I must have seen years ago…but I can’t remember my own name?
She was so beautiful…and so cold…talking about killing people as she did…and yet she’d saved his life, and taken care of him so tenderly.
He rose up to swim only a few feet beneath her, and she stared down at him as she swam. She grinned, and must have laughed out loud, because suddenly she stopped and started choking. He surfaced and held her while she coughed.
“Don’t do that to me,” she finally laughed at him as she recovered from her coughing fit.
He was very conscious of her hands resting on his shoulders.
And suddenly her laughter faded and she looked into his eyes. They floated there, gazing at each other….
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