Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to keep the towel secure around my waist.Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to keep the towel secure around my waist. Just as I had finished drying and wrapping myself, Ken knocked on the door, saying he was going down to the store and did I need anything? "Yeah." I said, tongue firmly in cheek, "A baseball bat to clobber someone with!" "Gotcha!" Ken said. "Aluminum or wood?" "I think you're in trouble Debra!" Kay's laughing voice came through the door. Ken left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered. I figured sitting down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes dried. How many of you guys have worn a skirt? That's what a towel is like. As I started to sit, the towel decided it would sit first. I grabbed and adjusted it, all to the gaze of Kay and Debra who were both trying not to laugh too hard. Finally settled on the couch with Debra, I began to relax. The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an "end-over" into the pool. Kay was toweling her long hair dry, and still in her not-too-modest bikini. "I really should apologize." Debra began, putting her hand on mine. "But you were too tempting of a target. |