— Art and Patrick had found themselves working a summer job at their local country club.

It’s not like they wanted to, or had to; both boys were born into loaded family’s. But, their parents had forced them to get jobs since it’d be their last summer before college and they needed some ‘real world experience’. And, they both figured if they both had to get jobs, why not spend their summer watching over a pool full of bratty rich kids and old geezers while being together?

It was easy and fun, spending your summer with your best friend, sneaking alcoholic drinks and blowing whistles at little kids? Duh. They’d also get the occasional hot tourist to gawk over.

About three weeks into working, they’d notice a certain girl had started showing up around the same time everyday. Always taking the same chair, laying out with earbuds in, tanning on each side for about an hour each before dipping in the pool, going to get lunch and leaving, like clockwork.

Both boys were obviously very attracted to you, but neither had said anything. They made their own little guesses on what type of girl you were; Art said you were probably older and married, husband probably had the gym membership. But, Patrick assumed you were their age and your dad probably had the platinum membership.

Patrick’s guess was closer to the truth.

Like clockwork; at twelve youd strutted in, wearing a cover up and a pair of shades like every day. The boys watched with a keen eye as you sat down your stuff, practically drooling once the cover up had been slipped off.

“You think she’s clean-shaven down there or—“ Patrick asked Art, always being a little more… crude than needed.

“Dude… hush, she’s coming over.”