The Feminist Challenge

Chapter 17: First catfight

Misty walked over to the pool area, her steps starting to get slow as she got close to her destination. A little five years old boy running toward her made her jump up. She stopped in her tracks and laughed as he trapped her legs in a hug.

"Aunt Missy! Let's go swim!"

Misty chuckled and bent down. She patted him on the head. "Okay, Aiden, okay."

Ash appeared from behind her and picked up the boy. The latter was giggling loudly.

"Who's going to swim with Uncle Ash?"

"Meeee!"

"I can't heaaar youuu."

"Meeee! Meeee!"

Ash turned around, gave Misty and wink and headed toward the pool. Misty signed and followed after him.

How did she get herself into this mess again?

Misty took a seat at the table they were all gathering around. Well, except it was just her and Eric, Ash's brother-in-law. Stella was making sure her son Aiden doesn't drown, and Ash has left the pool area to answer a work phone call.

Misty didn't know why he left. There weren't any strangers around. Eric has just fixed and filled the pool in his beach house in Cerulean. His little sister and his mother were around, and he told Ash about it, knowing his little obsession with pools Misty never knew about until recently.

Oh yeah. Ash was obsessed with pools (beside cars and his face). He's begged her to go with him the whole time, and she agreed in the end. It was a mess. 

Add it to the fact that she didn't really felt comfortable showing so much skin in front of people. Misty hasn't worn a swimsuit in years. Well, it indeed was a one piece swimsuit (Misty picked up a black polka-dot'd one. The printing would work as camouflage, she guessed) but it still showed her legs and stuck to her skin. The swimsuit could barely contain her ugly big chest. She knew no one really cared, but still, she was just not feeling well.

"So, your last name is Williams? Stella told me." Eric wasn't really the muscular type, but he was charming. He and Stella made a wonderful couple. Misty wouldn't take her eyes off of them when they're hugging or kissing, or when they're playing with their son together. They were a beautiful family.

"Yeah..."

"Is Daisy your sister?"

Misty's eyebrows rose. "Uh—yeah... how did you..."

Eric chuckled. "We were classmates in my senior year. I used to drive her home sometimes too. You can say we were friends."

"Oh..."

"Is she okay? I didn't see her in the last class reunion."

"She is. She's just busy with the children. She has three." Misty chuckled a bit.

"Already? Oh, good luck with that. I have one and he's already wearing me out. Stella wants a girl but I'm not ready to have another kid, honestly."

"Eric!" His little sister Mariah yelled as she walked toward them. "What are you doing?"

"Just talking to Misty, over here."

Mariah eyed the redhead and giggled. Stella has told Misty she was her age and a lot like her. The redhead wasn't really sure about that. Mariah was skinny and pretty, and she was wearing a bikini too. Misty could never do that. How could Stella even compare her to this girl?

"Oh, where is Ash anyway?"

"I think he went inside the house to answer a call—hey! Leave him alone! Come back here!"