"After I'll make us some coffee, you shouldn't be driving."
"Naw, drunk a lot more than this and always got home." He helped himself to one more drink just to show the dumb woman. Doesn't want to hang around there, got big money in his pocket, knows just who to find and where to find her. He'll say how much and this time the flashy woman won't laugh at him and say, 'More than you got, shithead.' Let's see how fast she spreads 'em now.
He watched Loraine kick off her shoes. She tossed off her headband, and her long red hair fell free. Then she stared right at him while she untied her robe letting it hang loose in front. It flashed open as she turned and walked out onto the pool deck. In the light from the porch, he could see her shake off the robe.
Sonafabitch, just took her damn robe off pretty as you please with me standing right here. Bare back too, no bra. Must have been walking around here talking all that time, jugs just hanging loose under there. Look at that little white skirt. Never realized her ass stuck out cute like that. Maybe call to her, she'll turn around and put on a show.
"Mrs. Dellin?" His voice was weak.
"Come on," she said, without turning. "Bring the bottle, if you want."
He stumbled out after her. Yeah, she wants me over there, gonna let me see those babies. Walk right up to her with her damn titties sticking right out. Sonafabitch, I've been all the way to Vegas never seen nothing like this.
Over at the edge of the pool now, in the shadows. Look, she's grinning at me. Damn woman wants to mess around. Better than some damn porn. Wiggling around in that tiny skirt. That gonna come off too? Take it off, woman. Ten thousand dollars, to see what you got under there. He say that out loud? Not sure. Just kidding lady. Yeah, the ten thousand. He patted his pocket. Where's she now-bending over-titties hanging down-saying something about clothes-can't see. Titties-money-dumb woman. On the grass-coveralls stuck-can't help you-get them off-can't get up-can't walk-.
When Barner hit the water, he came out of the darkness. But it wasn't right. Something heavy. Get off woman. Heavy clamped tight on his back. Bare legs locked around. Two hands tearing at his hair pushing down. Don't! Don't! Can't breathe. Head held under. Stop! Head pushed down, again and again. Stop it. Can't shake her off. Choking. Get head up. Damn woman, strong, doesn't stop-clamped on-just keeps going and going. Please. Please….