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Margaret protested when she felt familiar hands cover her eyes. "Andrew..." she warned.

He ignored her. "Come with me."

She was reluctant, even as she allowed him to guide her. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." His voice was soft at her ear, his breath warm on her neck.

"You know I don't like surprises." She couldn't help the smile though.

She stumbled once or twice, and had words with him about it (though

all he did was laugh), as they made their way to the "mystery place".

When he finally stopped, she didn't expect it and reached out blindly

for him. Gripping his shirtfront, she was allowed to open her eyes.

Blinking to focus, she looked at all the water before her. Confused,

her brow furrowed. Turning her face up to his, her face cleared. "No!"

"It's prime time you learned," he said nonchalantly.

She was at a loss of words (and excuses) as he reached down and tugged

his shirt over his head. "Andrew!"

When he dived into the water, she stood at the edge. "I'm not coming

in," she said in a firm voice, her arms crossed over her chest.

Andrew shook his head, droplets flying as he flicked water at the love

of his life.

"Andrew," Margaret protested, backing away. She watched with wary eyes

as he came toward her, dripping wet.

"Besides," she tried to reason weakly. "I don't have anything to wear."

"There's no one around for miles," whispered Andrew as he reached for her shirt.

There was no denying the arousal that sparked in her eyes, though she

didn't actively help.

Standing in her bra and knickers, she didn't object when he leaned in

to press his lips to hers. His wet body against hers, she wrapped her

arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

She wasn't expecting her body to tilt. Suddenly she was in the air and in his

arms and being carried toward the water. "Andrew!" she squealed.

He laughed at her reaction.

Standing neck deep in the water together, every stitch of clothing

removed and all thoughts of lessons gone, Margaret, legs wrapped

around her lover, soon discovered there was something to be said for

swimming lessons.

Finito.