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head, as if he was breaking through a surf wave.  Leo tossed aside his clothes onto the tiled edge of the pool, removed a wrench from his back jean pocket, then gave the springboard a bounce before plunging into the water without warning. 
    From under her umbrella, Vanessa adjusted her reclining sun chair and lowered her sunglasses, simply to watch Leo—in full-action.  When he breached the water’s surface, he hoisted a single hand onto the springboard and clung to its edge, his fingers and wrist turning red as the weight of his wet jeans pulled him down like an anchor.  Leo hung from the springboard—the ripples of the pool water slapping against his bare chest—and inspected its underbelly, grunting with every twist of his wrench as he tightened the stainless steel bolts in an attempt to give Vanessa exactly what she wanted.
    Suddenly, everything changed as Leo felt the gyration of the springboard above his head.
    “Still too soft—”
    Leo heard her sharp voice before spotting her smooth bare legs and red-painted toenails, dangling off the front edge of the springboard.
    Leo reached deeper under the springboard for a second session of raw, physical wrenching. 
    “How’s that?” Leo directed his question up to Vanessa.
    “Firmer—” she commanded.  Then, something flew across the pool and landed on the surface of the shallow end.  It ebbed and floated like a buoyant red toy.  It was Vanessa’s bikini top.
    Leo stared at it, slowly replacing his wrench under the springboard, grunting louder with every new rotation.
    “Now?” 
    There was a slight gyration of the board, followed by a second red object that flung out into the pool: Vanessa’s bikini bottom.
    “I’m not sure.  Why don’t you test it yourself and give me your expert opinion.”
    Leo didn’t wait for Vanessa to change her mind.  He immediately slipped out from under the springboard and hoisted his bare chest out of the pool, the sound of water cracking against the patio tiles.
    Leo turned, expecting to see Vanessa—naked.  Instead, she was sitting on the rear end of the springboard, covered by a white silk robe, wrapped up like the cigarette she was smoking. 
    “I’m waiting,” she said, exhaling into the air.  She blantantly surveyed how the water beads clung to his hard pectorals and dripped off his sharp chin.
    Leo set down his wrench, then mounted the springboard.  The board, now rigid and stern, snapped with sharp jolts, sending vibrations to the end of the plank and shivers down Vanessa’s bare spine. 
    “Yes, that’s much better…” Smoke smoldered from her lips.
    Vanessa swiveled over the back of the springboard and extended her hand to him.  It was the first time Leo had a chance to gaze into her jade eyes and touch her delicate fingers.  He noticed the lack of a wedding band.  He was backlit, the sunlight glinting off his tanned shoulders and blonde hair.  Vanessa could barely make out the features of his boyish face as he towed her to her feet.  Vanessa’s balance wavered.  She gripped the firm angle of his bicep for support and secured the folds of her robe.  With his juvenile green eyes, Leo stared at her, then down at her.  His lips quivered every time the Californian breeze rustled Vanessa’s lemon trees and flecked beads of water down his back.  He was so young , Vanessa thought, as she stroked his smooth cheek and noted his long, blonde eyelashes.  Then, he suddenly pulled her forward, locking lips with fervor.  His tongue pushed hard into her mouth.  Young men always rushed in with their tongues .  Soon, she felt his hot breath retreating down her neck.  Leo’s hands invaded her robe and immediately pawed her breasts and groped her bare crotch.  She pushed him away with a glare—silent and reprimanding, and yet, still permitting him to take in the full view of her erect nipples and waxed bikini line.  It was hardly fair , she thought with a smirk, springing off the edge of the