It was early on a Bank Holiday Monday and it was really quiet at the pool. Except that is, for a family of 4 that arrived just when I did; Mom, Dad and two cute boys about 5 or 6 years of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a woman, but it was easy to see that having two boys in rapid succession had taken its toll on her figure. She was fair-haired and the boys, who I overheard, were called Jack and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair. But their Dad, or "Daddy", as the boys kept calling him, now he was something else in more ways than one!
"Daddy" was in his late 20's or early 30's, about 5' 10" and slim, with jet black, wavy hair and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock shadow. He had dark brown eyes and a slightly tanned look. He was hot! Swimming was going to be much more fun today.
"Good job I've got my goggles!" I thought to myself.