It was his duty, Jake had decided, that this particular Saturday was to be spent cleaning each pool on the premises. What if some poor soul was attacked by a renegade leaf while taking a leisurely swim? Jake could not have that. So he set out to de-leaf each pool, regulate the heating levels of each Jacuzzi and even check to see if the water slide needed any maintenance.
He’d powered through all but the last pool, which resided in the most expensive area in the complex. Jake had purposely saved it for last, since usually it’s tenants didn’t go out until later in the day. (Rich people could afford to sleep in until noon) so that he would not be disturbed, nor would he disturb anyone. About halfway through “sweeping” the pool for leaves, a woman’s heels clacked on the cement. Who wears heels to the poolside? he thought to himself.
Either way, he looked up with mild interest, not nearly prepared for what he saw. She looked like a pin-up beauty, straight out of the 1960s (though her body was definitely from an earlier time period, he added in secret). Jake averted his eyes and blushed when she began to remove her outerwear, though since she was at a pool it shouldn’t have been out of the ordinary. Even then he felt he was intruding on her.
Fighting the temptation to ogle her some more, he eventually gave up and blatantly stared. Fortunately she was busy with some sort of fashion magazine. In an attempt to show off his pool-cleaning prowess, he worked his net with more force. But he lost his balance, and fell into the pool with a messy splash.
Liz was simply lounging in one of the chairs by the pool, reading the magazine with a smile. Today was her day off, so reading an article that Doc wrote about the latest colors that are in for the season. God, he has an amazing sense of style. She crossed her legs and kept reading eagerly, but only looked away when she heard a splash.
Oh dear. It looks like the boy fell into the pool. Liz stands up, slipping off her heels and setting the magazine down before diving into the water, grabbing him by the stomach and carrying him out of the water. Liz takes a good look at him, hopefully he didn’t drown or anything.
“Are you alright, dear?” There’s a hint of worry in her tone as she says that, and moves the hair away from his face.