They washed off the bubbles and soaped each other's arms and legs, at first just for fun. But after a while, when they switched from arms and legs to bodies, their eyes lingered, gazing lovingly. Soon, there were enough bubbles on top of the water to hide what was below. This way, Tryson could act like he wasn't already missing her and enjoy her fun as she leaned back and splashed him. When her eyes got hot, she put one foot on his chest and curled her toes into his chest. Tryson looked down at her leg, which was wet and shiny and propped up against his chest. He lifted her leg and stroked it. Then, he pretended to look at the bottom of her soft foot and licked the arch. "Tryson! That's gross! Do not do that! "Ew!" she laughed. He asked again, "What?" Diane wriggled, laughed, and splashed
