◦ ◦ Eric's POV ◦ ◦

What happened yesterday was my womanizing type skills. I take the womanizer name back, I'm more of the woman expert. Sometimes I use my skills, like I said, to help others, but others always considered me the womanizer when I used them for myself. Well I don't, I call myself a woman expert. All that to say, last night, my woman expertise suddenly took over again. Well for our more intimate moment anyway. Maybe even a little after, but her little internet chat username popped on my laptop this morning and woke me up, made me feel the way I did the first time I met her, my skills just dissapeared. Again. I got out of bed, did a quick cleaning routine in the bathroom, stepped out refreshed and ready to type my way through the day.

GoodMorning SciencePrince,

So, I just want to say thanks, so much!

-GradGirl

Hey GradGirl,

Um, I appreciate the appreciation, but what is this for exactly?

-SciencePrince

Well SciencePrince,

Your advice the other night got me to try things and well, I think I am ready to meet up with you. Finally, I've been waiting to meet you. I have to admit, I really admire you. By the way, how's your scuba-diving job coming along? I haven't started yet, got another week to go…

-GradGirl

Shit! Shit! Shit! I said that about 50 more times till I finally stopped. She wanted to meet, this isn't good. What would she say when she found out it was me. Well, there are two things that could happen.

First, she would be relieved, no little internet fling to have to worry about. Also, I wouldn't be a dangerous creep who wants to stalk her after our little coffee meeting. And, I wouldn't be some old 60 year old scary looking guy. I would be me.

Or… Well, alright I couldn't come up with anything. What could go wrong? I mean, she would be releaved. It seemed that in a matter of time we would be boyfriend and girlfriend and she would have told me those little secretive details that she doesn't want me to know now, eventually. What could go wrong. I let my woman expert side of me take over for a couple minutes to think about it from my so called 'woman side of things' and nothing alarming came up. Honestly, things were working properly in that department so I didn't really base my decision on it. My answer was an agreement to meet her.

We decided to meet at the beach, lunch time. It was supposed to be a nice day tomorrow and what would be better then spending that day on the beach with a beautiful New Yorker in a swim suit beside me and a good view of a bikini barely covered girl's volley ball game. It just sort of roles off the tongue.

I had a couple hours of nothing to do so I decided to clean up a little, un pack a few boxes and take a shower then maybe clean the dishes from last night. Sounds reasonable. I mean, I will defenitely make time for a ball game and a beer, or two.

I spent the last two hours doing as I said I would, only less cleaning up and more beers and two games. The dishes were clean, so was I, but the boxes weren't emptied, maybe a lamp, but I hadn't plugged it in. I think the idea of packing my take longer then I originaly thought. But it was time to pack up for the beach. A towel, money, my cell and keys, then I bolted for the truck. The drive was short, my condo is conveniently close to everything, did I fail to brag about that. It was Sunday and it was noon, so the beach was pretty packed. Being that it was winter too, the beach was packed with tourist. But somehow, I managed to get a cabana. I laid down all my stuff, looked around and got a beer from my neigbhouring partyers. They were playing that game with the baseball bat and the beer. What you do it you chug half a beer, or a whole one if you repfer, then place your forehead on the end of the hand grip side of the bat, then spin in circles around the bat for 30 or 40 seconds. And then, you stand up straight, one of your buddies throw you a ball and you try to hit it with the bat. What ends up happening is the guy who was spining around the bat ends up missing swings the bat and makes a full 360 and falls to the ground. Its funny to watch, painfully funny to play. They offered me a go at it but I declined, I told them maybe in fifteen minutes. I wasn't one to turn down games like that.

I was watching the partiers play when I heard Cayden.

"Eric?" Her eyes were bugged and her mouth fell to the floor.

"Hey, Cayden."

"I don't remember us talking about meeting here. What a coincidence, well I gotta go meet someone."

"I do, I remember talking about it. Infact you suggested it."

"When?"

"Umm, well, it started out you were thanking me for the advice, then you were mentioning meeting with me finally, because you got the nerve and then we-"

I stopped when I saw her hand go to her mouth, that wasn't as planned. Her eyes were big her big pink bag fell into the sand. I got up and made sure she hadn't gone into shock. I took her by the elbow and dragged her onto the other lawn chair under the cabana.

"Cayden?" My smiled had fadded away now I was worried she was going to need a trip to the hospital.

"Why." She stopped to think about what she was going to say. "Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me! This is so weird…"

"You think this is weird? It hasn't been weird over the last couple days." I asked, dort of pissed off. How can she think this is weird, she didn't think it was weird when we were making out yesterday, she seemed to want more.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, it's a weird coincidence that I meet you on an internet chat thing. Obviously you knew, so why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I just wasn't sure how you would react…" That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. I wasn't sure how she would re act but I also didn't want to lose my woman skills information source, if that's what you wanna call it.

"Well, it's a major surprise. Wow, what's the chance-" All I heard were the partyers beside us. They were yelling and laughing like crazy men. Then one of them was yelling for me to come join them. I promised I would but I'm with Cayden and do I really want her seeing me being stupid. I mean, I have to keep up my tough guy persona. "You should go join them, they want you over there. What are they, work buddies?"

"I don't know them. Stole a beer off them earlier."

"Well go join them, they clearly want you there… What are they doing anyway?"

"It's a beer game. You gulp a beer down, run around the bat, head on end and try to hit- Just watch this guy."

The guy who was calling for me was up. He had blond hair and a bad burn on his back. He chugged half a beer, spun around the bat's end for what seemed like maybe half a minute then stodd up, picked up the bat and got into position then swung at the flying ball, he missed and the fell into the sand right on his face. There was a bark of laughter coming out of his friend's mouths.

"Oh…" That's all she said.

"You still want me to join them?"

This evil smile slipt onto her face and that got me a little worried.

"Of course. I want you to have fun, our little date was supposed to be SciencePrince and GradGirl getting to know each other but since you and me already know each other, go have a little fun."

"Your mean."

"Getting even."

"Your mean, but your good." She leaned in to what seemed to be a kiss then she pushed me over and off the chair then stripped her towel from her chair and put it on mine. Then she took off her little t-shirt and laid down on the sunfull chair in her little yellow bikini.

"I call this chair." I couldn't help but smile at her evilness, if that's a word, and got up and headed over to my drinking buddies.

We played the beer game for a little while, I hit the ball everytime but I ended up hitting myself in the head afterwards, falling flat on my face and I threw the bat into the ocean somehow, too. It was the last time I was going and Cayden decided to get a closer look. She was standing next to the blond guy and crossed her arms. But what I didn't notice at the time, was that she had her blackberry pointed at me. I chugged half a beer, spun around the bad swung and hit the ball, only the bat went flying. I fell the the ground and rolled a little, but the bat, hit Cayden in her thigh and then I saw her wimper to the ground. When I got my vision back to steady, I saw everyone was around her. I rushed over and pushed the guys out of my way. I saw her thigh and a bruise look like it was starting to grow big and black. Cayden on the other hand was crying, laughing so hard that she was crying. I couldn't believe it. I used to the play ball back in highschool but hurt myself and stopped, I had a wicked arm, that must have really hurt but Cayden was laughing.

"I can't believe your laughing. Are you crazy? Didn't that hurt?" I blurted out, making sure her leg was ok.

"I," She couldn't stop laughing. "You guys," She giggled a little more. "so stupid." And she bursted out laughing again. That's when I started to consider that the bat might have hit her in the head first.

"Did the bat hit you in the head, sometime?"

"No!" She was finally starting to calm down, and that got my worry side to calm down too.

I pulled her up so that she was sitting, with my support and she was almost normal. Everyone asked if she was alright and they went off back to their games.

"I'm alright." She said, looking at her leg, then expecting me to give her a hand up.

Which I did. She stood up and right away her leg, the one that's bruised, fumbled and gave away. She wasn't exactly alright.

"Does it hurt?" I asked. Stupid question, obviously it hurts, she just fell into my arms.

"Ugh, yeah!"

"Come on…" I carried her over to her chair and she laid down. "Give your leg a chance to fix itself."

"Alright." She slipped her big ass sunglasses on and put on some lotion, which I got to say is the sexiest thing I woman can do at the beach. I could see all them muscle in her calves, then the big strip of muscle that went from her knee and up. She had very muscular legs.

"Nice legs." That felt a little akward to say.

"Umm, thanks…" She smiled and rested her head back. "I used to play a lot of soccer. Made it big too. Well, no that big but big enough that if I kept playing, I probably would have went international."

"That explains it." I placed my towel on the chair and did the same as her, only I didn't put lotion, didn't need it.

"Nice arms."

"Thanks." I gave a big wide grin. She was joking but why not make it look like I thought she was complimenting me.

She smiled then started tanning again.

I watched her for a little while, so did the guys who walked by. Everytime a guy smile or whistled, I moved my chair an inch closer to her. By the end of our beach trip, I should be about three feet away from her on her far side, that's how many guys made a coment. At one point, when I was right beside her, when I guy snuck a look at her, placed my arm naturally around her shoulders to prove my point. No one can have her, even if I didn't have her. She would shrugg my arm off but I knew she liked it.

But, eventually it was time to pack up. We walked over to the parking lot together and she kissed my cheek.

"Thanks for taking care of my leg, even if you're the one who caused this massive bruise."

"Sorry. It's your fault though, because you wanted me to play with the boys."

"You're right, I shouldn't have pressured you like that."

"Nope…" I was sick of flirting, I pushed her against a close by plam tree and kissed her with all I've got. She seemed to appreciate it because I think I heard a moan but then she moved her lips to my neck and up to my ear.

"I have to wake up early, I was planing on an early jog, I need the exercise too keep this bikini at a great fit…" She whispered seductively into my ear, letting the 't' in 'fit' ring longer then the rest of the word.

"I can find a better way to work off what you need to."

She laughed then pushed me back a few steps and headed for her car with a smile. She made me smile. The other night she wanted me bad, then she's toys with me. I put my hands on my hips and watched her new car pull away.

So, the next day was my first day at me new dive job. I would have to wake up early, arounf four in the morning. Maybe Cayden did me a favour, didn't want me to be too tired on my first day. And I'm sure after a night with her, I would be exausted. She seemed to be a very demanding person, in a hot and sweaty way, you know what I'm saying…

So, I decided to head home. I took a shower, gulped down a beer and watched what ever was on TV. There was a replay of a ball game, but it was almost over and I missed a big fight between the pitcher and the batter. No fun. So I headed to bed early and hoped for a good start at my first day on the job.