Shiva's Messenger

Swim Where 2

 

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Check out this Unique Bathing Suit

“This is quit a nice place.” Belinda glanced around the upscale restaurant set on a seaside quay. Internally she cringed at a thought of how much the bill would amount to and whether she would have to sell herself into human bondage to pay the tab.

So far she had not gotten anything from him. In the taxi, he had been quiet as a Greek statue—as well as his classic physique being as sexually appealing as one too.

“I like the sea.” His gaze was on the sun setting into the aquatic horizon. The yellow orb was already half submerged and looked like it was bonded to the water. The golden reflection pointing directly at them, it looked like a comet from the earth streaking back into space. “I wish I could be underwater at the exact place where the sun is splashing down.”

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“That would be rather warm on my bikini clad buns.” Her cheeks reddened as if flash burnt by the reflected ray because it suddenly seemed to Belinda that her perspective was off center. Normally the spear of sunlight on the water should’ve aimed directly at her eyes but this one was slightly off and it was pointing towards the Olympic star.

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Summer Fun in a Bandage Bikini

“I suppose so.” Scott smiled for the first time since their meeting. He was inwardly imagining what Belinda might look like in a bikini and that appealing vision was certainly worth a smile.

“You like the water?” She found his smile enigmatic and yearned to find out what was behind his standoffish nature.

“I wish I had gills to stay forever under water.”

“You should Scuba—.” Belinda had to break off her sentence because a waiter had hustled over with menus. She silently growled at the man’s efficiency at such an inopportune moment when she seemed to have found a juicy topic to explore.

“What would you like to drink?” The waiter asked.

“Just water for me.” Scott said.

“I’ll take a glass of red wine.” Belinda had briefly considered having only the same as him but since she had a tough job ahead in cracking his nut, she felt that a small bracer was needed.

“Actually,” Scott handed his liquor menu back to the waiter, “red wine sounds good.”

“Let’s make it a shared carafe then.” Belinda smirked. A little social lubricant might oil up his tongue. She regretted not ordering tequila shooters instead.

“You only feel your life is complete when you’re in the water?” She tried to bring the talk back to the interrupted topic.

“I guess so.” Scott’s words were noncommittal and a slightly perplexed face showed that his thoughts had traveled away from the sunset discussion.

“When did you first aspire to be a competitive swimmer?” She tried another tack.

“Well,” he paused while taking a tiny sip of wine, “I never aspired to that.”

“As a child,” Belinda took a gulp of her drink, “did you spend much time swimming?”

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Hot Beachwear or Swimwear

“Actually,” he seemed to be thinking of a good response, “yes.”

‘Damn you to Hell!’ Belinda internally cursed him and was tempted to up and slap him as well. Wagner was cruelly teasing her with his hesitations, only to squash her attempts with his non-expanded answers.

“Did your father coach you?”

“No.”

Belinda took another big swallow of wine and then topped her glass back up. With her spending ten words to elicit only one from him, this wasn’t turning out to be much of an interview. After a few more questions that gained only an affirmative or a negative, she stopped trying. She sat in silence, trying to think of a way to breach his walls and finished her second glass of wine while waiting for the main course.

“Excuse me,” the waiter had returned unexpectedly empty handed, “but some of the kitchen staff were wondering if they could get your autograph.”

“Send them out.” Scott offered and the waiter scurried off.

“I’ll use the washroom while you’re busy.” The young woman rose from her seat.

“Please comb out your pigtails so it looks like I’m dining with an adult. I don’t want the scandal rags saying that I’m going out with underage girls.”

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Belinda Lyle found her way to the ladies room through moisture welling up in her liquid brown eyes. When there, she examined her face and watched a big tear trace a black mascara trail down her left cheek.

“Why did I think I could pry open his mental oyster shell when nobody else could?” She asked her reflection but it didn’t reply. She didn’t see her image as the raving beauty that some of the other girl reporters were but she felt she had a pleasant look. She took a tissue and daubed at the dark smear on her freckle-strewn cheek. Belinda then pulled out the elastic bands from her hair and combed her mid-back length hair. ‘I look frumpy now.’ She thought. Without the pigtails, her schoolgirl look had lost its charm and her one shirttail was untucked.

“This misadventure has just cost me money that I don’t have.” As she stripped off the swimwear underneath her clothes, Belinda recalled the taxi fare being somewhat larger than she expected and the bill for the meal would be another pricey hit with nothing to show for it. She could imagine her successful accountant brother saying ‘it can be written off as a legitimate business expense.’

“Against what?” She retorted to the fleeting thought. “I need a work related income to deduct it from.” The incurred costs again made her think of having to sell herself into slavery to pay it off. It had been a strange thought when she first had it and now thinking of it again seemed even weirder.

Belinda wanted to fix her face but realized that she had left her handbag at the table. She made do by cleaning the mascara smear and sponging up the tear’s remains. The aspiring columnist modified her clothing’s impression from ‘schoolgirl’ to ‘tart’ by tying her shirttails to display her midriff and tugging the skirt down to ride low on her hips. She practiced her bravest smile before leaving the mirror and returning to the disappointing ordeal.

Swim Where will continue….

Russell Twyce is the Author of Shiva’s Messenger

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