Marty freaked out; with the scare his legs stretched and he jumped way to high and far. He hit the pool chairs behind him. He immediately got up – with it hard, still. The voice he heard was manly and really deep. Marty looked around and saw the cause of the turmoil.
A man was standing by the pool.
He was a bit older than Marty. Tall, very big arms with a tribal tattoo in the left one; he had arab traits – a mocca skin, dark hair and dark eyes and a falcon nose. His face sported a dark hair chinstrap with a horseshoe moustache.
“Who are you?” he asked. “What are you?”
“I’m Rachel’s boyfriend”.
“What Rachel?”
“Carmen’s college friend”.
“Hot brunette Rachel?”
“Dude, that’s not nice”
“Are you frog? Answer me, bro!”
“Yes!” he answered feeling humiliated.
The door opened and the girls were shocked with what was happening. Marty sonly learned he was Carmen’s husband – Ian. He had just arrived from work.