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The Pool Boy

Author: R.W. Clinger
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Because his pool is untended and filthy, romance author Robert Fine needs to hire a pool boy for the summertime position at his estate. So at the beginning of summer, he places an ad for a pool boy to hire.<br><br>Enter Kent Tacoma, an ex-Navy stud, handsome, who lands an interview. Almost immediately Robert enjoys his company and himself, hiring Kent on the spot.<br><br>As Tacoma tends the pool, Robert cannot keep his hungry eyes off the young man. All he can think about is his desire. Unfortunately, Tacoma starts to break Robert’s house rules with a local bad boy named Katz Strong, Tacoma’s opposite.<br><br>Soon a jealous Robert is convinced Tacoma is under Katz’s bad influence. As Tacoma pulls away from Robert and grows closer to Katz. Robert finds his rage building. Can’t the three men just get along?<br><br>As summer comes to a close, Tacoma becomes the center of everyone’s attention. Whose heart will survive the heated summer?

Chapter 1Chapter 1

I stared up at the sun and blinked once, twice, and three times. Before causing a self-induced episode of blindness, or a migraine, I closed my eyes and saw my future. I envisioned a blue pool, a clean spirit and body, like a glass orb in a museum or the inside of a kaleidoscope, swirling. Sweat rolled over my cheeks and the cords that lined my neck. The heat felt as if it were over a hundred degrees. It would stay there until the end of August, or longer. A young man dangled in the folds of my mind, but I didn’t know his name. A stranger. Someone beautiful and charming. Someone younger than my middle-aged self. He swam in a vast abyss of blue-blue water, stroke after stroke, head under the silky liquid for over three minutes, sunken, water-logged, and capsized…something. Eventually he stepped out of the pool—my pool!—and he wasonly a boy, a pup, so very young, someone beyond handsome, almost god-like, and just right for my needs. A younger man. Perhaps too young for me. The perfect specimen of masculine beauty. He dripped with water from the pool, stepped up to me and shook my hand, introduced himself to me, no longer a stranger, and eventually I smiled, welcomed him into my tiny social milieu, into my semi-sightless world of an older and wiser man, allowing me to fall in love with him during a summer of sticky heat, bliss, and lust.

And when I opened my eyes, bedazzled and unsure of the realities around me, grasping at sanity and clarity, this is what I:

saw

heard

felt

tasted

smelled…that summer, so long ago, in my own youth.Part 1: June

1: The Ad

I needed a pool boy. What man nearing forty wouldn’t? It was the truth. The pool looked murky and less dazzling than when Reynolds used to take care of it. But Reynolds moved back to Puerto Rico with a lover, didn’t he? Thereafter, the pool became shabby.

Gross, green-brown algae clung to its aqua-colored cement sides. A distressing smell lingered over the pool’s strangled and lifeless surface that shrieked of early death for any diver or stray canine that might be trapped in the pool and drown. The water was no longer warm because the heating device was broken, no longer safe. The pool was quite dangerous if you want to know the truth. Any professional would have agreed with me and placed hazard tape around its perimeter.

All the pool devices (skimmers, chlorine tablets, rafts, and the other unnamed whatnots that slip my mind today) were covered with a thick layer of dust in the pool shed, lost and forgotten.

Because of the pool’s disrepair, I could no longer stare at my lonely reflection by the edge of the pool and see an elite man of thirty-six with gray-blonde hair, shimmering yellow-green eyes, narrow hips, and a flat stomach. A man who considered himself still quite fit, trim, and bearably handsome. And let’s not forget wealthy, loaded with money. The pool left me as a singular, green blur near its unsettling edge, hideous, monstrous, and unrefined, an unpleasant spectacle in the June sunshine. Nothing of beauty. Atrocious. Something that should be kept in a cage, unfed.

I needed a pool boy. No argument there. That is where the ad came in. Almost immediately. I created it to be simple and to the point, easy to read, self-explanatory:

POOL BOY NEEDED

CITY AREA. FREE ROOM/BOARD

FOR INTERVIEW CALL:

800-555-1512

I placed the ad into two major papers for a week, also online, and waited for the calls to come in on my 1-800 line: patiently, resolutely, unconditionally.

* * * *

June. The heat turned humid and sticky, well above ninety degrees. I cursed Reynolds for leaving, for moving to Puerto Rico with his sexy boyfriend. Had he stayed, I could have paddled from one end of the in-ground pool to the other like an Olympian or Neptune. Back and forth. Willfully. Instead, I stayed in the shade, waiting for calls from the ad, losing my mind.

Eventually a call came. Giddy, I fumbled my phone like a quarterback on the lawn. “Hello?”

“I’m calling about the pool boy position.” The voice on the other end of the line sounded strong, pumped, uninhibited, and husky with a somewhat sweet edge.

I’d been editing and revising a manuscript called The Next Fall, my newest work, and lounging in the shade, swinging in a comfy hammock near the back patio. Flustered and sounding pompous, I asked, “I beg your pardon.”

The person sounded young, very much a gentleman. He said, “I’m answering the ad in theWest End Cardinal…There’s a pool boy position available. I’d like details regarding an interview, please.”

Charming and debonair. Just right. Twenty-twoish…maybe. A strong voice, perhaps muscular, with will behind it. Confidence. Nice tone. Comforting. A smile formed at the edges of my mouth. “Your name please, sir.”

“Kent…Kent Tacoma.”

“And where are you calling from? Tell me the city please.”

“Ashtabula, Ohio.”

“You’re not very far away. Sixteen miles perhaps?”

“Yes, something like that.”

“Do you know anything about pools, Mr. Tacoma?”

“I was a lifeguard in high school, and then a Navy private for four years. I feel comfortable around water. I know CPR and how to clean pools. Plus, I can hold my breath for almost three and half minutes. I feel that I’m quite experienced for the position.”

Interesting. Informative. He spoke quickly. Not that such a detail mattered to me. In all honesty, Tacoma sounded…young and delicious. Perfectly respectable. No lisps or bad grammar. Simply enjoyable. Someone intriguing for my selfish needs, and the care of my pool. I puffed, “Does tomorrow work for an interview, Mr. Tacoma?”

“Yes. Sure. Fine. Where? When?”

I gave him the address without directions, mentioned the time of noon. “You can meet me in the West Garden, Mr. Tacoma. We’ll be sharing lunch together. There’ll be no one answering the door. Come right in. Make yourself at home. Don’t plan to swim in the pool, though. It’s quite a fright if you must know the truth.”

Silence. Calmness. Then, Mr. Kent Tacoma breathed into his end of the phone rather softly, and slowly, “This may sound crazy, sir, but what do I wear?”

“Something a pool boy would wear of course, Mr. Tacoma. Play the part you’re interviewing for. A bikini will be fine. A towel. Sandals if you must. Sunglasses. Nothing like starting right off the bat, don’t you think?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Mr. Tacoma?”

“Yes?” He sounded surprised by my abruptness and tone, alert.

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