“Yo, Becker.” Once again, Preston, now back in the pool, had to pull me from my mind. “Where do you keep going?”
“Fantasy land.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
“You coming in or what?”
“Sure. Tie the trunks tight,” I told Preston. “Your waist is probably smaller than mine.”
“You look good to me.”
I flew over Preston and into the water, then shook my head when coming up, spraying my guest and everything around us. Naturally, a leisurely swim turned into a contest. Not competition size by any stretch, doing laps side by side meant bumping into one another, throwing each other off course from a straight line. Preston seemed unfamiliar with the term hometown advantage, or even hometown courtesy, as he elbowed me during lap number three to get to the other end first.
“It’s on!” I hollered.
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