interrupted his thoughts, “will you take us in the water now?”
“Sure,” Gabe said, then glancing at Janie, asked, “Do you want to go for a swim?”
“No, you guys go ahead,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’m just going to work on my tan.” She leaned back on her elbows, struck a provocative pose and thrust her chest out, showing off her artificial mammary glands. Her auburn curls twisted in the breeze, and her freckled skin looked sun-kissed.
A dip in the cool water was just what he needed, Gabe thought, trudging down to the lake, Travis and Livvy bouncing beside him.
“Unca Gabe, will you holds me in the water?” Livvy asked.
“Sure, I will.” Travis knew how to swim, but Livvy was still a little apprehensive when it came to the waves. Bending over, Gabe scooped her into his arms.
“You won’t let the sharks eat me, will you?”
“No, sweetheart. I won’t.” He’d told her repeatedly this afternoon there were no sharks in Lake Erie, but she obviously didn’t believe him. “Sharks don’t like little girls anyway, they like to eat six-year-old boys,” he said, winking at Travis.
His nephew laughed and ran toward the waves without a care, splashing two bikini-clad girls in the process. Gabe had a feeling he’d splashed them on purpose. He also knew that If Janie had come with them, he would have enjoyed splashing her . Men. Will we ever grow up? he wondered.
After forty-five minutes, the kids had exhausted him, and they headed back to shore. But as they drew closer to their spot in the sand, Gabe realized Janie wasn’t alone. A guy who looked old enough to be her father sat beside her, ogling her breasts. Or breast, rather. Gabe noticed one was deflated, and there was a wad of tissue lying on the blanket beside her.
Janie looked up and smiled brightly when she saw them. “Livvy, Travis, this is Rob.” Then she stood, picked up a bright colored towel, and wrapped it around Livvy’s shoulders.
Rob said hello to the kids. “Your aunt has been telling me all about you two.”
Livvy tugged on Gabe’s swim trunks. “We’re not supposed to talk to strangers.”
Gabe nodded. “That sounds like a good rule we should all follow,” he said, directing his comment to Janie, who only rolled her eyes at him.
“Rob, this is Gabe Montero.”
Rob stood, sized up Gabe, and then stuck out his hand. “Rob Strauss. An old friend.”
Gabe shook hands with the man, guessing him to be in his early fifties. A poor excuse for a toupee sat on the top of his head and a skimpy black Speedo barely covered his meager package.
“Rob and I used to teach at the same school, before I left to write full time,” Janie explained.
When Gabe only nodded, Rob flexed his scrawny muscles and puffed out his hairless chest. “Well, it was great seeing you again, Janie, but I have to get to the gym. I’ll call you about tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?” Gabe asked before Mr. Sleaze ball could run off.
“Yes,” Janie answered for him. “Rob and I are going to see a movie and maybe stop for a drink.”
“Uh, huh.” Gabe flung his arm around Janie and pulled her to his side. “That sounds like fun. Will your wife be joining us?” he asked, once he was sure the kids weren’t listening. Both were busy digging with their shovels, putting the finishing touches on the castle they’d been working on before going swimming.
“Rob’s divorced.”
Glancing at the guy’s left hand, Gabe said, “Oh, I just assumed since you were wearing a wedding ring that you were married.”
Rob flashed a guilty look at Janie. “Actually, Betty and I are separated. Or we will be soon. We’re . . . having some problems at the moment.”
Janie’s mouth opened wide. “Well, you know what I think, Rob? I think you should take Betty out tomorrow night, instead of me. Besides, I just remembered that I can’t go out with you tomorrow night. I have to wash my hair.”
“But--” Rob was about to argue, then
“Sure,” Gabe said, then glancing at Janie, asked, “Do you want to go for a swim?”
“No, you guys go ahead,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’m just going to work on my tan.” She leaned back on her elbows, struck a provocative pose and thrust her chest out, showing off her artificial mammary glands. Her auburn curls twisted in the breeze, and her freckled skin looked sun-kissed.
A dip in the cool water was just what he needed, Gabe thought, trudging down to the lake, Travis and Livvy bouncing beside him.
“Unca Gabe, will you holds me in the water?” Livvy asked.
“Sure, I will.” Travis knew how to swim, but Livvy was still a little apprehensive when it came to the waves. Bending over, Gabe scooped her into his arms.
“You won’t let the sharks eat me, will you?”
“No, sweetheart. I won’t.” He’d told her repeatedly this afternoon there were no sharks in Lake Erie, but she obviously didn’t believe him. “Sharks don’t like little girls anyway, they like to eat six-year-old boys,” he said, winking at Travis.
His nephew laughed and ran toward the waves without a care, splashing two bikini-clad girls in the process. Gabe had a feeling he’d splashed them on purpose. He also knew that If Janie had come with them, he would have enjoyed splashing her . Men. Will we ever grow up? he wondered.
After forty-five minutes, the kids had exhausted him, and they headed back to shore. But as they drew closer to their spot in the sand, Gabe realized Janie wasn’t alone. A guy who looked old enough to be her father sat beside her, ogling her breasts. Or breast, rather. Gabe noticed one was deflated, and there was a wad of tissue lying on the blanket beside her.
Janie looked up and smiled brightly when she saw them. “Livvy, Travis, this is Rob.” Then she stood, picked up a bright colored towel, and wrapped it around Livvy’s shoulders.
Rob said hello to the kids. “Your aunt has been telling me all about you two.”
Livvy tugged on Gabe’s swim trunks. “We’re not supposed to talk to strangers.”
Gabe nodded. “That sounds like a good rule we should all follow,” he said, directing his comment to Janie, who only rolled her eyes at him.
“Rob, this is Gabe Montero.”
Rob stood, sized up Gabe, and then stuck out his hand. “Rob Strauss. An old friend.”
Gabe shook hands with the man, guessing him to be in his early fifties. A poor excuse for a toupee sat on the top of his head and a skimpy black Speedo barely covered his meager package.
“Rob and I used to teach at the same school, before I left to write full time,” Janie explained.
When Gabe only nodded, Rob flexed his scrawny muscles and puffed out his hairless chest. “Well, it was great seeing you again, Janie, but I have to get to the gym. I’ll call you about tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?” Gabe asked before Mr. Sleaze ball could run off.
“Yes,” Janie answered for him. “Rob and I are going to see a movie and maybe stop for a drink.”
“Uh, huh.” Gabe flung his arm around Janie and pulled her to his side. “That sounds like fun. Will your wife be joining us?” he asked, once he was sure the kids weren’t listening. Both were busy digging with their shovels, putting the finishing touches on the castle they’d been working on before going swimming.
“Rob’s divorced.”
Glancing at the guy’s left hand, Gabe said, “Oh, I just assumed since you were wearing a wedding ring that you were married.”
Rob flashed a guilty look at Janie. “Actually, Betty and I are separated. Or we will be soon. We’re . . . having some problems at the moment.”
Janie’s mouth opened wide. “Well, you know what I think, Rob? I think you should take Betty out tomorrow night, instead of me. Besides, I just remembered that I can’t go out with you tomorrow night. I have to wash my hair.”
“But--” Rob was about to argue, then
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