To Good To Be True

Harry and Rafe approached the pool. Cara was about to make one spectacular dive as she spotted Rafe. He's magnificent, like an Adonis. Had on the skimpest trunks she's ever seen, oh what he did for them. Forget-ting herself dove and lost control. She hit her head on the diving board, fell into the pool. Little Armi's screaming, Rafe took a flying dive into the pool had her up and out in seconds. Laid her on the ground, couldn't feel her breathing. He pumped and pumped on her chest. Slowly regaining consciousness she opened her eyes at half-mast. Realizing who and what he was doing whooshed out air slowly said, "Mister...if...you...don't...remove...your...damn... hands...you will be missing your reproductive oragan!" Rafe jumped back, what the hell is she about? Does she think I'm trying to rape or seduce her in front of her family? Then got angry. "Lady, my balls are a hellluva' lot more important to me than you! Go ahead and die! And thank you very much, too!"