“Wait, wait — what!?” John exclaimed, his eyes darting from yours to the lake in front of them. He felt a bead of sweat drip from his brow.

“There is no way I’m getting in that water.” He sternly said, his lips in a snarl.

You had taken your best friend, John, for a ‘picnic’ by the lake. Or — that’s what you told him, at least. Your true intention was to teach him how to swim.