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lifeguard said to call, and they say an ambulance will be there as soon as possible.
    Tasha comes out of the ocean and finds you on your towel, where you’re standing and watching all this unfold. J.R. has the guy strapped onto a backboard so that his head and neck are immobilized, and two other lifeguards have come over from somewhere—maybe farther down on the beach? Other than the blood on his head, the guy seems mostly okay. He’s alert and breathing and moving at least, and seems to be talking to some of the people gathered around him.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Tasha asks, drying herself off.
    â€œThe guy’s kayak got slammed into the jetty. It was really scary.”
    â€œYou saw it?” Tasha asks, shaking her head to get water out of her ear.
    â€œYeah.” You nod. “I was kind of flirting with the lifeguard, so I was up with him in his chair.”
    Tasha does her eyebrow raise, and you smile a little.
    â€œBut that’s not important now,” you say. “This guy could be really hurt!”
    Sirens blaring, the ambulance pulls up to the edge of the parking lot. You go running and point out where the EMTs need to go. They get to the injured kayaker and talk to J.R. He nods a few times, and then helps them carry the guy on the backboard across the beach and load him onto a gurney waiting in the ambulance. Then J.R. and one of the other lifeguards head back over toward your towel and the chair.
    When they get to you, J.R. stops.
    â€œIs he going to be okay?” you ask.
    J.R. nods. “I think so. The backboard was just a precaution because of his head injury. But he seemed okay when he left.”
    â€œI’m going to head up into the chair,” the other lifeguard says. And J.R. nods at him.
    â€œSounds good,” he says. “Glad you were here to help with that.”
    â€œNo problem, man,” Lifeguard Number Two says. He’s already up and doing the ocean-scanning thing you saw J.R. doing earlier.
    J.R. turns back to you. “So my shift’s over. Any chance you want to walk with me and get ice cream or something? I think I need to decompress a little after that.”
    You look over at Tasha. She gives you a go-with-him! face.
    But you’re not sure what to do.
    Click here if you decide to take him up on his ice cream offer.
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    Click here if you decide to say no thanks.
    Click here to go back to talking to Frisbee Guy.
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    Click here to go back to checking out the lifeguard.
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    Click here to go back to the beginning and start over.

THE little girl wrapped around the guy’s ankle starts to cry, and he bends down to pick her up.
    â€œNo swimming, no swimming, no swimming,” she says over and over.
    He sits down with her on the edge of a chaise lounge and tells the boys to sit next to him. They don’t. One picks up a towel and wears it as a cape.
    â€œI am Super Monster Blake Man, and I’m going to eat you!” he shouts to his brother and starts to lumber after him, heading toward the bathroom.
    The boy without the cape takes one running step forward, clearly trying to get ahead of his brother, and one of the lifeguards blows his whistle.
    â€œNo running on the pool deck!” the lifeguard yells from his chair.
    Now it looks as if the no-cape brother is about to cry as well.
    â€œCome here, Leo,” Mr. Killer Abs says, with his arms still full of Sloane, who seems to have stopped crying.
    Leo doesn’t come, though; he seems frozen in place.
    â€œBlake, you, too,” Killer Abs says.
    But Blake is too busy being Super Monster Blake Man and karate kicking invisible enemies. You take pity on Killer Abs and get up off your chaise lounge.
    â€œHey,” you say as you get closer, “you need any help?”
    Abs looks up at you for a minute as if he’s going to say no, but then lets out a breath. “If you know how to get this one to like swimming lessons or