The garden’s pool was luckily chlorine free. Marty soaked inside it for a while. The girls gave no sign of activity from inside the house. He felt he was being treated like a dog and what hurt the most was the fact that Rachel didn’t protest, she did not care he was in the pool.
“Jokes on you (ribbit) it’s a wonderful night out here (ribbit)” he said.
As night fell and the noises of the jungle gave ambience he felt lonely. He squatted on the pool deck waiting and looked up where he saw lights on and some movement on the upper floor. He took a quick glimpse at a silouhette waving at him – it was Rachel, but she quickly turned around. All alone and bored he couldn’t help but to pass a webbed hand down there and start to play with himself. He thought about Rachel, her body, her smile, Carmen was a hot thought too…He didn’t realize but as his stimulus grew his throat croaked. He closed his eyes and left himself be taken in the moment.
“What the fuck!” a voice growled.