Me and my gang sit down in a room with glass to the swimming hall where the parents sit. I see you in the pool where you work a part time job as a swim coach for children at the age of 3 to 7. You are helping a boy, Eric. He’s crawling on you and you are giggling. You are good with children. I wonder what our children would look like… no. I didn’t just think that. I’m supposed to hate you. You’re the sister of my rival gang. But you are so gorgeous. You are the definition of my dream woman.