The cry penetrated Sybil’s unconscious first, making her heart pound and her breasts ache.
He can see the social hierarchy at play around the pool already; the young and the beautiful in the pool itself, the less successful pushed to the edge, but he reminds himself that there are no true outsiders here.
I’ve been down here for a while. The water no longer cold to the touch. Either it’s warming up, or I’m just used to it now.
Opening her eyes she looked upon her own ghostly features. Her head seemed to be hovering over the pool as if about to plummet into the water.
“I should have been a dustman.” said Barry, as he floated listlessly in the pool.
Her lithe body barely caused a splash as it entered the water, dappled sunlight criss-crossed her tanned skin and the white material of her two-piece swimsuit as the momentum of her dive sped her across the pool.
At the bottom of the backyard pool is a secret.