"Look I can throw you in again, let you learn on your own or I can teach you." Tom declared, crossing his arms.
I didn't know which was worse. Tom didn't strike me as a patient teacher. The last time I was in that pool, my fight had left me so quickly, almost eagerly I greeted death.
Tom's stare made the decision for me. His threat was not to be tested.
The swimsuit was more revealing than it'd led on, especially in the ass area where there was no material to cover the cheeks save for a thin strip of red. Paranoid, I stepped outside. Tom was right, it was f*****g hot. My feet burned on the pavement, I retreated to the zero-entry end of the peanut pool, wading in just deep enough to cover my toes.
Tom was already in the water and I cursed myself for not being faster. For missing his div
