transformation

The day at the pool was over and I stood looking at all the floats the kids had used.

“Geez, look at all the holes in the floats.” I said gathering them up. There were so many that I decided to fix them at home.

At home one after another was patched and I inflated them to make sure they were fixed. Soon my bedroom was filled with floats and I was exhausted. I fell back on the bed after the last one was fixed.

I slept until I felt something on me. “Oh, it just you Pink.” I said as the pink float had fallen on top of me.

"This is such bullshit."

Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit.  Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader.  At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore.

"Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws.  You lost."

Traci was a charming young woman, full of optimism, endowed with good looks, and utterly lacking in intelligence.  Her natural expression was one of thoughtful introspection, a person preoccupied with their inner world.  This lead others to believe that therein lied a wise soul, up until they made the fatal mistake of asked her what she was thinking about or, more likely, she spoke up on her own, wondering aloud if Alaska was real.

Ugh, are you kidding me? 

Patrick shook his head, and frowned. 

What, do you want to have sex with them?

He rolled over, and sighed.

We're done, freak, done.

Patrick sat up, growling. He couldn't get the conversation with Lizzie out of his head. He'd tried to share his secret with her, hoping they could bring it into the bedroom. To be fair, she'd told him he wanted him to wear his leather jacket to bed...