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Chapter 3 by wodthehunter wodthehunter

Where is Caitlyn?

At her job.

Caitlyn had worked as a lifeguard since her sophomore year. It was the perfect job for a girl in school to be honest. She got paid to get sun and study in her red one piece several times a week. The clientele were generally less frequent and more mature at the pool she guarded. It was an old but well maintained Olympic sized pool attached to a country club. She was more likely to have to deal with drunk old men than children. As the only female lifeguard, she was largely protected from lechery by her male counter parts. A basic rule of look, but don't touch or harass the lady.A six foot two, mound of muscle named David was her age, and had the morning shift. He was never anything but considerate around her, which she greatly appreciated since her uniform was bright red spandex and whistle. After working together for two years, and her promotion to shift leader, they still remained good friends. It was never a romantic relationship. She was treated like one of the boys by David, and a more recent hire named Juan. She knew David had a girlfriend he had been with since Caitlyn had known him, and to all accounts it was romantic and stable. She would still admit that that he was a damn nice looking friend. As supervisor she worked weekday evenings, and David had a morning and afternoon shift. Juan was the weekend crew. The effect, whether intentional, meant the housewives frequented the mornings under Davids care, Caitlyn made sure their husbands didn't drown after work, and Juan (the only Spanish speaking member of the team) protected their children and immigrant nannies.

The previous evening hadn't been a wise one for Caitlyn. She had a lot of fun and got home safe, but her bad choices left her hanging over like a Palm in a category five wind. The morning was short. Her classes were thankfully few and light, but she was not looking forward to the three mile run to her place of work, or sitting on her guard chair for five hours. As was her usual routine, she hydrated during her early classes, changed into running clothes, and started the run to work.

Anything happen on the way?

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