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In the warm sunshine, I had taken off my shoes and socks and I was cooling my tired feet in the crystal clear water when I heard a familiar voice behind me, “Hello!” the voice said, “Fancy meeting you here!” Over my shoulder, the source of the voice was standing right behind me, framed in shadow by the brilliant sun. Looking up, I shielded my eyes but all I could make out was a young pair of bare feet and legs clad in shorts. Nevertheless, I knew instantly who it was. “We must stop meeting like this,” I quipped, “people will start to talk.” “You busy or can I join you?” he said and before I could answer, he sat down and began dangling his feet in the water beside me. Given his appearance in a kilt in Scotland last time, I quite expected him to be in Bermuda shorts this time and indeed, at first glance, that’s what I thought he was wearing; they were navy blue certainly, cut just above the knee, but when I looked across at him, I realized that in his case, they were designer-shorts and they fitted him far too well, and rather too snugly I noticed, especially around his nicely bulging crotch and thighs. As teen my gaze shifted upwards, I noticed that, once again, he was wearing his “X-Men” t-shirt; the one with “Wolverine” on it. Casual though the look was, it too fitted him perfectly and it seemed to accentuate every curve and ripple of his beautiful body. I sighed. “Why do you always interracial turn up like this, out of the blue and always when I’m on my own?” I asked him. “I don’t know, why d’you think?” he answered enigmatically. There was silence and I pondered for a bit. 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Carefully, Grace retraced her steps as far as the sidewalk, and then hesitated only a moment before turning towards the pools; she was too wound up to consider sleeping, and if the entire staff was in the hall behind her, then she had free run of the rest of the camp. She laughed again and smiled, bright and happy, “Mm, maybe.”