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stop. The car’s headlights illuminate the same lake we skinny-dipped in all those years ago. I’m trying to suppress a pang of nostalgia, but it wells up inside me all the same. It’s a lot smaller than I remember, more of a pond, actually.
    I can’t even recall why we were out here in the first place back then. It was probably my idea, my way of doing something naughty to break my good girl image.
    I do remember I didn’t want anyone to see me naked. I made them all turn around while I undressed behind a tree.
    Dan breathes out. “Just thought you’d enjoy seeing the old place again.”
    I open the door and step out. The air’s chilly against my arms. Goose flesh rises up on my skin.
    “What are you doing?” says Dan from the interior of the car.
    I give him a mischievous grin. “What do you think?”
    I pull my dress off over my head and let it fall to the leaves. I’m feeling invigorated, free as I stand there shivering in my bra and panties.
    I run down past the car and leap off the end of the jetty with a ‘woooo!’.
    When I hit the water, my grand idea appears a little less wise.
    It’s absolutely chill-your-ovaries-off freezing.
    I thrash up and down.
    Dan stands by the car laughing. “You are crazy, girl. I’ll give you that.”
    My teeth begin to chatter together. “Are you coming in or what?”
    “Me?”
    “I don’t see anyone else.”
    He thinks on it for a moment. “Oh hell.” He begins to undo his shirt and belt. Even under the moonlight I make out the hard planes of his chest, the dramatic vee that runs down into his pelvis as he steps out of his pants. He hops around removing his socks. I have to laugh.
    I wrap my arms around myself, my nipples diamond hard against the insides of my arms as I tread water with my legs below.
    Down to his jocks, Dan takes the same path and comes leaping in beside me with a giant splash that sends water rolling up the banks in giant waves. He comes up spluttering.
    “Wooowwweeeeeeeeee that is cold.”
    I’m actually shivering, arms wrapped around myself and my teeth beginning to chatter like tiny tea cups on a saucer. “Maybe this wasn’t quite like I remember.”
    Dan swims over, bobbing his head just above the surface. “If I recall, we were actually skinny dipping back then.”
    “You don’t call this skinny dipping?”
    “We’re still wearing clothes.”
    I feel reckless, slightly unhinged as a wicked thought slips into my head. I reach under the water, behind my back and unclasp my bra, pulling it off and with a great deal of effort tossing it onto the bank. “Not anymore.”
    Dan’s staring at me with his mouth open. I can’t tell whether he’s mortified or excited. “You’re still wearing your panties.”
    So he can flirt.
    A hook a finger into the side of my panties and pull, bringing my knees to my chest to draw them up and over my bent legs.
    Finally, bare as the day I was born, I hold up the cotton offenders with one finger. “You were saying?”
    Dan combs his fingers through his hair. “Oh boy, I guess I’m next.”
    I nod slowly, conscious of the cool water between my legs. My nipples draw to tight cigar stubs just below the surface. I want to lift myself up slightly. I want him to see them, but I wait, lips brushing the surface.
    He splashes and fumbles around a bit removing his jocks. He’s not graceful in the slightest, but in his awkward movements there is a reserved kind of charm.
    Finally, he holds his dripping jocks up and tosses them to the growing pile of clothes on the bank.
    The patrol car’s headlights cut a swathe of light down the center of the pond, but we both stay in the shadows.
    I swim just a touch closer. “How does it feel?”
    “Fucking cold.”
    Now it’s my mouth that hangs open. I slap the water hard with both hands, sending large ripples oscillating out to the edges of the pond. “Dan Winter, did you just swear?”
    “Yes, ma’am, I believe I did.”
    I swim closer. “I told you not to call