Izzy steps into the water of the zy river. It's comfortably warm; she winces as the swimsuit bottom gets wet, but she pushes forward and shivers as her nipples get hard. She covers them reflexively. And grabs the next tube, climbing onto it gracefully.

  In contrast to Jacob. He removes his shirt and feels self-conscious about his hairless body. He hugs himself as he enters the water. Walking in until his balls get wet, he makes a small, undignified squeak and thinks about Mars taking the ice-cold bath. He collects himself; before diving into the water, he angles himself towards a tube and tries to swim up and onto it, but as he does, he ends up headfirst, stuck upside down.

  He is trapped under water as he thrashes around. A lifeguard appears next to him instantly. “Take it easy, bro; let me help.” The lifeguard untangles him and helps him stand in the waist-high water. “Easy, bro, easy,” it says, patting his hairless back.

  The helpful lifeguard then embarrassingly holds the tube in pce so he can climb on. The lifeguard gives him a push. “Be safe, bro; we have life jackets if it's too much for you to handle.”

  Jacob looks to see if the lifeguard is poking fun at him, and to his surprise, he is deadly serious about Jacob's safety; he suddenly feels less embarrassed about the entire ordeal.

  “Thanks,” Jacob says to the guard before paddling away. “Hey, wait up, Izzy.” Jacob yells.

  The lifeguard returns to his wooden lifeguard seat elevated so he can see half of the pool area. He grabs the walkie-talkie. “Did you see that guy? He almost bit the dust,” the savior lifeguard decres.

  “Can you believe that's the guy who is dating the hottie? I bet he has a massive dong.”

  The savior lifeguard ughs, “That or money.”.

  “I heard he has neither,” the third chimes in.

  Meanwhile, Izzy yells back. “What are you afraid you're going to get lost?” She ys back, letting the hot sun warm her. She feels something pass under her but dismisses it as a water jet. She floats around on her back, making half a loop before Jacob is able to get a hold of her tube and float next to her.

  “You know I am making 555.55 dolrs a day to sit here and float on this tube. In 4 days I am making more than I was in a month.” She lounges, her hair streaming in the water. “Plus, there are other benefits. Like a hairless boyfriend and access to this pool.”

  Jacob is a little stung in the metaphorical and literal sore spot. “She said it will grow back.”

  She pulls his inner tube closer and gives him a slow kiss. “Don't be a salty baby; I think you look cute with less body hair, plus it doesn't get stuck in my teeth.”

  He blushes and feels an erection growing and paddles away. “I am not a baby,” he mumbles under his breath.

  They come around a corner near the bar, and the fox-eared waitress has a pi?a coda for her and a strawberry milkshake for him. “I didn't order anything," she says.

  The waitress smiles and tilts her head at her, then up at a window and back. “He said you did.”

  She looks, and it's Cat staring at her. “Tell him he is creepy.”

  “He gets that a lot. “ She turns around; her cute fox tail wiggles as she makes her way back into the bar. Izzy sips her drink, floating luxuriously around the pool.

  She passes near the lifeguard shack; two more of the identical lifeguards are stacking chairs for no obvious reason. One sees her and comes over to the water. “Oh hey, it's the mega hottie.” They come over and talk among themselves and over themselves. “The offer still stands to come hang out with us.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks, boys.” She waves a dismissive hand; she isn't in the mood for surfer boys today or, frankly, any day. But she is growing to love the attention.

  Jacob gets a foot put in front of his tube. “Heard you had some trouble. We offer swim lessons, bro, anytime. Just let any of us know.”