Because it takes a lot of effort to hoist myself up, I decided to get out before the group returns. Save myself possible humiliation. You know, in case I fell back into the water or needed someone to help me up. Well the lifeguard that stayed behind saw me swim to the edge and without hesitation extended his hand to help me up. His arm of steel effortlessly raised me up as if I were a lightweight child.
“Weeeee….that was fun!”
He laughed too. I was amazed at his strength for real. He offered to help me back in so we can swim together. It was fun, but not that much fun. “No thanks”. So I pulled out my bottle of pre-mixed rum & club soda and gave him the camera. I took a sip and after a quick tutorial, told him to take many pictures of me. Give me something to laugh at when I’m back in the room. I danced a little to the reggae coming from my dynamic portable speaker. Best $30 I spent in a long time.
The music filled the cove; keeping in rhythm with the cascading waters. Shaggy tune…”Sugarcane” had me standing on the rocks, swaying and daydreaming about some thick, strong brother having…my back…as I whine...lol Not to mention the effect the rum is having on me. The thunder from the falls keeps your mind & soul stirring…
“How to bring you close to me?”
“Huh??”
He peeks over the camera. “How can I get you closer?”
“You asking how to zoom? You see that button…”
“No, YOU, you darlin…you body closer to mine.”
I burst out a schoolgirl squeal then giggle while thinking to myself, NO WAY!
