Splash. No, really. (OPEN) Oct 7, 2012 8:42:51 GMT -5
Post by aprilrose on Oct 7, 2012 8:42:51 GMT -5
I stared into the mirror, studying my white and gold polka-dotted bikini carefully. Since I'd been doing volleyball and riding for the past 6 years, I had toned abs and strong, fit legs. My skin was usually tanned, but this time of year it was nearly pale. My stomach was flat and I had a light blue belly button stud that sparkled when I moved. I'd gotten this bikini last summer as a gift from my Mom- it was gorgeous and it almost felt too royal to wear. The gold dots shone while the white almost blended with my olive skin. It was a warmish Fall Sunday and I'd decided to head to the indoor pool and check out what goes on. I snatched a pair of white and blue, thin designer flip flops, which, to tell the truth, weren't mine (a borrowed pair I'd never returned), and slipped them onto my feet. My pedicure had almost worn off so I quickly removed the last of the chipping red polish, and grabbed my towel, lace shirt and super-shot net skirt. Both were meant to go over my bikini so I slipped them on before heading out the door- my neat, high ponytail bouncing as I speed-walked through the hallway.
As I entered the main Orchard lobby, something occurred to me- I have absolutely no idea where the pool is. As if on cue, someone brushed by me. Without thinking, I reached out my hand and touched their shoulder lightly. Do you know where the indoor pool is?
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