This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Jamal, beer in hand, exits the kitchen, crosses the patio, and makes his way to the shaded end of the pool to join Scott. He's glad he wore a straw hat along with his sunglasses, that sun is capital 'B' brutal! It's early afternoon but the temperature is already in the mid-nineties and the humidity makes the air seem thick. The bright sun and sky aren't helping his hangover. He's hoping that the pool can bring him back to life. Scott is sitting in the shallow end against the wall using a folded towel for a pillow. Jamal snatches a towel from a lounge and does the same, stretching out here in the shade. The water feels refreshing, invigorating. He dunks quickly, then rests his head on the towel on the edge.
"Oh that's good," He sighs, "That's really good!"
Scott doesn't move or acknowledge him for a couple of minutes. Then he stirs and asks, "What time is it?" He takes a pull at the beer next to the towel.
"About two, more or less."
"Seen gramps?" Last night Scott's grandpa, Jerry, had accompanied them to a masquerade party sponsored by their fraternity, Delta Epsilon Lambda (nicknamed: the Deltas -- for obvious reasons!) and a sister sorority: Tau Nu Alpha (the 'T&As' -- for more obvious reasons!)
Jerry had been one of the original officers of the fraternity when the 'U' granted the charter. A very successful businessman, he remained an active (that is: generous) alumni in the Deltas and the 'U'. Scott and Jamal were lounging in Jerry's pool.
"Just before the really crazy shit started he was trying to talk some older gals into the hot tub. That was the last I saw of him, hell, after "
"That 'Lara Croft' with the bing-cherry nips?" Scott laughs.
"You know Gramps!" Jamal joins his friend's laughter. "He was gonna go skin to skin before the the party was over!"
They both guffaw at Gramps antics the night before. He's quite the character, Gramps is, a real pistol. Scott's grandma died years ago and Gramps had grieved up until a few years ago. Now he was bustin' loose and partying like he invented it! Scott used to be a little embarrassed by Grandpa Jerry, but all of his friends liked him so much that he had to accept the fact that Gramps was 'off da hook!' Gramps was a fitness freak -- he played tennis, squash, rode his bicycle, skied, and worked out daily. He was justifiably proud of his muscular, trim physique. Scott hoped that he looked that good when he was sixty. Gramps looked forty and frequently dated women young enough for Scott!
They frolicked in the pool, splashing and belly-laughing about Gramps performance!
Jamal continued, "Ohhh, ho, ho, ho, he, he, he told her that 'Aquaman' was capable of some deep diving...ho, ho, ho, and super powers under water!!"
Scott sputtered helplessly: "Gramps got game!"
Jamal was laughing so hard that he couldn't reply, just shook his head in agreement. Oh yeah! Gramps got game!
They laughed some more, enjoying the moment and the memory.
Gramps had gone to the masquerade as the comic book character. Many of the women weren't familiar with the character (but were interested in a buff guy wearing tights!) so it was an icebreaker and Gramps used that to great advantage.
They lay back, nursing their hangovers and beers, enjoying the cool water.
"What about Catwoman? Did you bother to get her stats?" Scott smirked.
"Did you?" Jamal countered, "Hell, you had the same chances that I did! Besides, what was I gonna write 'em on or with? All either of us was wearing was our masks!"
"That's about all anyone was wearing, after it got started!" Scott agreed, "Talk about 'off the hook! OucH! Twisted! Sick!" He took another swig of beer and asked his friend, "How did it get started for you? I was talking to her friend, Wonder Woman, when we noticed all the action around the wading pool. We go over there and see you two skankin'!"
Jamal countered with: "Bizarre, wild, nasty! I mean, who could see that coming? I saw her talking to a couple of guys early and was thinking about introducing myself but they were dancing with her and staying pretty close so I figured that she'd made her choices. I mean she was smokin'! hot in that Catwoman outfit and with those big eyes, latte skin and short haircut, she's a look-alike or maybe even the real deal. I've heard that she likes to hang out in unlikely places incognito. Hell, she was a T&A in college! She's been known to show up for their parties on occasion, so why not a masquerade ball? Stranger things have happened. Then when I went to the bar, she appears next to me and says "Spawn? Right?"
I said, "Yeah, but most folks here don't really know who that is."
She gives me this big wink and says "It really doesn't matter what the men think and I know that the T&A's appreciate a big, buff, brotha in a tight outfit with a cape!"
I thanked her and ordered some drinks. She's real relaxed, talking to me, leaning on the bar, just chillin'. I'm like: Wow! the smokin'est hoochie in the place is hangin' with me! I was trippin'!"
"Oh yeah! She's a dead ringer for Halle! I thought it WAS her at first, all fine 'n' foxy in that black leather! Whew!" Scott agreed with Jamal's assessment.
Jamal continued: "She asks me to dance but it's too crowded and wants to go out by the wading pool where she can 'show off' her moves. So we're working our way through the crowd outside to the pool and she grabs my butt cheek with her claw and strokes my ass like she's scratchin' it! She's all up on me under my cape, smelling so good, feeling even better! Damn, I'm gonna get some wood just thinking about her! Sweet! So we get out there, slam our drinks, and start dancing. She starts prancing around and takes that whip off her belt and cracks it! I'm like: What the Fuck! Then she does it again and people start gathering around."
"That's when me and Wonder Woman noticed you two." Scott said. "She pulled me over there like she knew something was going on!"
