Michael Malone - Weebly

thirty-one years, Arthur was no longer surprised to see
him in a mood so radically different from the one he'd
been in only two hours earlier. No longer surprised, but
still indignant.
Kate swam along the floor of the pool, grabbed
Sidney's trunks from behind, and tugged. When he
wrenched around, she kissed a spray of water into his
mouth. "You're too aggressive." He grinned.
"Men don't like it."
The accusation made Kate hostile, as she
sometimes thought it might be true. "You ought to get a
tan. Like that." She pointed up at Lance.
The librarian, though hurt, laughed. "I'd have to get
a body like that first, wouldn't you say?" They watched
Lance fly backwards off the board. Grinning, Kate
floated against Blossom, pressed her hand against his
crotch, and wound her legs around his. "I like your
body better," she told him. It was a way of saying, "I
like you better," which was true, though she did find
preferable, as bodies go, Lance's. "I like feeling your
hand there," he told her, which was true, though he
would have preferred her slightly less rigorously athletic