Hunter
He was easy to talk to. I loved every second of our afternoon together. It was the first time we had ever met but, I liked it. We made pizza together. Unfortunately, he is one of the rare few whose mind I cannot read. It's annoying. I want to know if he likes me, or if I annoying him to death. Rather than read the information files of my job description with him, I asked him. (briefs bore me to death). He told me he was here for two years so man, he better like me or these next years are gonna suck.
I decided to take him swimming. I have a great pool so why not? I flew up to the top floor and into my room. I slipped into my turquoise bikini. I put my cloths on top of it and flew to the bottom. Dylan came out a little while later. He was wearing a dark brown bathing suit and a white shirt.
We trotted out to the pool together. In a comfortable silence. I was so happy I could burst. I loved having people here with me. I had been lonely since Mara had been taken away. It was a perfect gift, a new friend…that was a guy…that was super attractive…that was here with me for two years. Half of me hoped we became the best of friends, but half of me hoped we didn't, parting would be difficult.
"Wow. That's a sweet pool" Dylan muttered. He was right. It was huge. It had a really deep end with a diving board. It had a shallow end with stairs. It had a little loungy in the watery spot attached to the side. I had a rock overhang that had a waterfall going down it. The whole thing was made to look as natural as possible. The pool was lined with really cool smooth rocks. (except for the loungy thing, that was cushy). The diving board looked like a rock…but it wasn't. The best part was, that it was dark outside, but lights from inside the pool provided plenty of light. There was also a hot tub nearby.
He slipped off his shirt and I had to catch my breath. He was ripped. His chest was covered in hard muscle and he had a lovely eight pack. His arms, as I had noted earlier were muscular, but not gross. He flexed his muscles, stretched his wings, and dove into the water. I shook my head, trying to think clearly again. I slipped off my clothing and dove in after him.
"I love swimming." He said as I surfaced.
"Me too…heh watch this." I went under water and pushed myself off the bottom. I used my wings to propel myself out of the water and into the air. Flying wet is difficult, but manageable. I flew about 15 feet into the air and then cannonballed into the deep end. I splashed Dylan with a huge wave.
"You did that on purpose!" He sputtered.
"Maybe" We fooled around some more. Until almost ten.
"Hunter! Are you swimming? It's nearly ten!" Harry came running out.
"Yes I'm swimming. Care to join us?" I swam over to the edge of the pool closest to Harry.
"No thank you. But you really should go to bed. And why did you keep Dylan up so late? He's probably exhausted."
"Good point. Drowning a guest would be problematic. Imagine explaining that one to the scientists. Alright Dylan bedtime sonny."
We dried off and went inside. I had to shower, the chlorine makes my hair green if I don't. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how to begin Dylan's training session.
