Friday, November 2, 2012

#3: Fatale Flop.

After quickly changing into his swim-shirt and trunks, Drake Mandible unlatched the pool of the gate and entered. 
Sure enough, he spied the svelte form and long blond tresses of his visitor, leaning on the edge
in the shallow end of the pool, her back towards him.

 Quietly, he climbed up the ladder of the four metre diving board, planning on making a good, first impression with a 10 point swan-dive with three twists. As he prepped himself with a few small bounces, however, she turned to face him. 
Caught off guard by the radiant smile she gave him, his foot slipped off the board and he ended up executing a less-than-graceful belly-whacker…

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