"Fine. One race. Three laps. Here, to the deep end, and back. If ... sorry, when you lose ... you get to go away and wade around in the shallow end until I leave. And don't heckle me or even talk to me for that matter."

"And if I win...?" I suggestively asked.

She sighed again. "... I guess I can give you the time of day."

"Sweet," I said before eagerly clasping my hands together.

"Remember, one race."

I chuckled and grinned. "Yes, I heard you."

We both backed up against the wall, holding the water overflow. I smiled as I watched her get into position like an athlete...