#1 Magnificent Morning

When the alarm clock sounded at precisely 7:15, his eyes snapped open.
 In one fluid motion, he hit the ‘Snooze’ button, rolled over and out of bed, his feet sleekly sliding into his slippers as he stood.
Drake Mandible yawned and stretched out his immaculately sculpted biceps, his impeccable pectorals and his incredibly muscular metatarsals. With a practiced ease, he worked loose his retainer using his tongue and expectorated it towards his bedside table, where it bounced off the wall and landed neatly in the glass of water.
Of course he wasn't perfect, although crooked teeth aside, he was still a damn fine physical specimen, and no slouch in the brains department either.

 Crossing over to the curtains, he whipped them open and observed the clear, azure morning sky. “My goodness,” he declared in his rich, honey-smooth, baritone voice, “What a magnificent morning!” And with that, he put on his satin dressing gown and headed downstairs.

#2: Brilliant Breakfast.

Marching down the three flights of stairs, Drake paused to inspect his 6’5”, 125 kilogram frame in the full length mirror on the second staircase. 
Not a solitary, chocolate-brown hair was out of place.
His butler was already waiting for him in the dining room.
“Good morning, Master Drake,” said the manservant cordially. “I trust you slept

well sir?”
“Just fine thank-you Nickelby,” replied Drake.

The butler whipped off the lid of the serving tray, revealing the still piping hot eggs benedict, French toast, crispy bacon rashers and a tall glass of iced tea. As Drake sat down, the aroma of his breakfast hit his nostrils.

“Ah, brilliant as always, Nickelby,” he said.
“Thank-you sir,” replied the butler, before adding “Also, there is a woman waiting for you outside, by the pool.”
“Drat. I was looking forward to having my breakfast before it got cold. Still, it’s not polite to make a lady wait. Could you keep it warm for me?”
“Of course, sir,” said Nickelby.

#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…