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two figures in the water beyond the surf, swimming parallel to the beach. “Look at those guys go.”
    The two swimmers were gliding through the bay effortlessly. Libby had never seen anyone so fast, and she could tell it was a race, but the swimmer in front had a longer stroke.  Sleek and fluid, long powerful arms came up and ploughed through the water in a sensual rhythm. She could see just part of the swimmer’s side and muscled shoulder. The smooth glide of his body was like a torpedo flying through the bay. She lost them as they rounded a jutted outcropping of boulders.
    “Wish I could swim like that,” Megan mused.
    “No kidding. Most people come here to play in the surf or sunbathe. That looks like training for an ironman or something.” She decided maybe she should spend more time at the pool back at school. She liked men tall, with muscled chests and small hips carrying impossibly long legs.
    She thought about the muscled arm waving to her from the pickup truck and the giant at the restaurant. What would be the odds it could be the same man?
    “You ready?” Megan asked her.
    “Yup.”
    They made their way slowly to the parking lot. She looked over her shoulder just in case the swimmers came back. No luck.
    You honestly thinking of stopping to talk to him? Although the idea thrilled her, she knew full well her lack of sexual encounters had affected her better judgment. She wasn’t that desperate, after all.
    Megan was prattling on about how much homework she had back at their apartment. And then she added, “This was just what I needed, Libby. A little girl time, and a break from the studies. I wake up and go to sleep with a textbook on my lap. I know it’s the same for you.”
    “The library has become my lover.”
    “Exactly. Who knew we’d spend more time watching dorky librarians than watching football, or hunky guys swim on the beach?”
    They giggled just like they had that first day they’d met as freshmen. Today had been a good day, but now it was time for Libby to get back to completing her Masters. Love was going to have to go on hold for now.
     
    Cooper and Fredo dove through the waves on their way back to the beach. They lay flat on the damp sand, their chests heaving, catching their breath. Claps of an appreciative gaggle of mostly high school young girls who surrounded them.
    Fredo grinned and rolled over, bumping into Coop as he began to get up. “Have to do more of this, Coop,” he whispered. Then his smile faded as he studied the group more closely. There were several pre-pubescent thirteen or fourteen year old girls and their mothers. The older women eyed Cooper hungrily, but gave Fredo some scorching looks as well. Cooper figured Fredo saw what he saw. The older women were all wearing suits they might have worn in their 20’s, which revealed more of their bodies than they should have.
    Coop got to his feet. “Thank you ladies,” he said, bending over in a bow. Titters flowed from the crowd as Cooper turned his back on them and started to walk up the beach toward the parking lot. He could feel the eyes roaming all over his backside. Fredo engaged in a bit of conversation, but finally ran up and caught Cooper.
    By the pickup, they toweled off. Cooper carefully stood behind the truck door and slipped off his swim trunks, from beneath his damp towel. He stepped into and pulled up his kakis, Commando style, shook the sand off his feet and lower legs, and started to step into the truck cab.
    “I’m not exposing my bony ass for everyone to see,” Fredo said as he scowled, clutched his clothes and headed off to the bathroom.
    Cooper barked back to him, “I’ve seen your ass too many times, and it sure as hell isn’t bony. But I agree with your decision.” Fredo gave him the finger as Cooper waited by the truck, watching cars leave the parking lot, listening to sounds of the waves crashing on the shore behind him.
    A blaze of auburn hair passed him as a pair of girls in a compact