"Karen's Pool Boy"
by Edward Martin III
The 150-degree New Mexico sun beat down on her coconut-oil coppery skin. Through reflective purple sunglasses, she watched the pool boy work. Watching his wet hands on the brush's aluminum shaft, she licked her lips. Not today, she thought. With hubby coming home soon, she didn't want trouble. But tomorrow... She smiled. Tomorrrow.
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