I would toss them too. If you can’t keep yourself from trying to get me to feel you up then I’m not going to throw you.”To show I had no hard fe...ling, I grabbed the still sputtering girl up out of the water, gave her a hug, spun her around and tossed her a lot harder than I should have. She was grinning ear to ear when her head popped back out of the water about fifteen feet away. From then on she stayed over close to me. Anytime there wasn’t a girl with ball, for me to take away from her, I. I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Well, I guess…” I looked around the tiny room for inspiration. “I guess we’d have to do it at the table here. You would push your chair back and stand up. I would come round and lean against the edge of the table, facing you.”My gaze dropped to her cleavage. Her blouse had enough buttons undone to just reveal the curves of her breasts as they disappeared from view; just enough to make me want to see more. I looked up at her again and she was still looking at. It was 1969 and I was going to be a sophomore at Santana High School. I liked Santee but a lot of people thought it was a joke. When you passed by it on the freeway, the big attraction was the wannabe cowboy bar on the side of the road, just before the second exit, almost straight across from the drive-in movie. That was Santee. Two exits, one stop light and three or four stop signs. The big news was the 7-11 they were building down the hill from us. We were in one of two housing tracts, little. Peccadillo because I knew how much it would hurt you. I didn't want to do that."Funny; she didn't say it was wrong of her to have an affair in the first place. Nor did she indicate she was going to stop seeing Jeff Spencer."You made your point, Baby," she continued. "You are still just as attractive to women as the day I met you. What woman could resist you when you turn on the charm — especially when you start pampering them the way you have always pampered me? Let's face it; we are two.