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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: French Singer, Actress, and Restauranteur Tiny Yong Musician: American Singer/ Songwriter, Bob Dylan Time: Early Sixties
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"Should we be caught, we'll surely be punished severely." The girl tittered from the chlorinated water of the vast indoor pool.
"Is that supposed to make me want to get in?" The boy questioned with a breathy chuckle, peaking over his shoulder for the umpteenth time. He had his arms crossed over his chest, the cotton fabric of his green flannel button up ruffled from jumping the immoderate fence surrounding the gated community.
After a night of shotgunning the beers that they solicited from thirty-somethings outside of a local liquor shop, the two young'ns sat underneath one of the few trees in a roadside clearing. Buzzed and getting bored of counting the cars that only came every 10 or so minutes, Francis suggested they go break into one of the indoor pools on the rich side of town.
"Didn't you say you wanted to swim in one of these fancy pools?" She giggled, awaiting the boy's response with a welcoming grin.
"Well... yeah, but I didn't mean I wanted to break in!" He threw his arms out in mock exasperation, resulting in another snicker from Francis.
"Robert, you 'n' I both know that this is the only way either of us will ever get a chance to swim in a pool this nice. Why're ya so scared of the laws all of a sudden, anyhow?"
Francis had lead the way to the pool, often a good few feet ahead of the boy. She'd made it inside first, stripped down and hopped in before he even had a chance to set one foot through the door.
"I'm not scared, Francis, I just don't want the hassle." His arms hung by his side and his face fell into a pout as he made no moves to enter the pool.
"Bob. Just get in, will ya?" The girl used her left hand to tuck some wild strands of her bone straight hair behind her ear, then patting her fringe once or twice.
With a sigh and a roll of his blue eyes, Bob began to unbutton his shirt. Francis grinned impishly, slowing taking steps back into the deeper end of the pool.
The sequins of her white and yellow sleeveless shift glimmered in the blue moonlight, the sparkles catching her eye. Just as she turned her attention back to Bob, he was sidling into the pool in his tighty-whities with a grimace on his face.
"Attaboy, Bob!" She cheered, miming applause as his figure waded towards her.
"Yeah, yeah." Bob waved her off with an embarrassed smile, secretly enjoying himself. They stood in the cool water, simply taking pleasure in the feeling of being with each other. After quite some while, Bob broke the comfortable silence.
"What do you think of me?" He asked, a pink bottom lip twitching imperceptibly in expectation.
"I think you're pretty neat." The girl replied immediately, shrugging off the inquiry as if she'd thought it obvious. "You're a talented poet and a mathematical music genius!" She chuckled through her reply, nose wrinkling in amusement.
