Not exactly

It turned out, Mrs. Adams lived a couple of streets away from Matt. Which meant a little over a mile because on the Hill, lots were big and canyons cut through back yards separating houses by impassible barriers.

She led him through an enormous house with marble floors and painting on the wall that he was pretty sure were original Picassos and other artists he would know if he'd paid more attention when his sister was telling him about styles. After what seemed like a quarter of a mile of walking down long hallways, Mrs. Adams threw open a French door that led to an Olympic-sized pool.

"Wow," Matt said. "It's huge."

"I hope you're talking about the swimming pool. Tanya, I picked up one of your little friends. He may be our new pool boy if he works out."

The California sun had dazzled Matt's eyes when they'd walked through the door which is how he'd missed Tanya, the beautiful blond from his Biology class.

{if Tanya>0}Tanya looked at him as if Matt were an insect who'd crawled out of her hairbrush. "You're in Biology."

"Yep. You need any help with class, let me know."

"I'm sure my tutor can help me better than the boy from the slums."

{else}Tanya looked at him as if Matt were an insect who'd crawled out of her hairbrush. Then she pulled a towel over herself and walked into the house.{endif}

"Here's the pool equipment." Mrs. Adams let Matt to a shed next to some changing rooms. A net, a brush, a couple of plastic pails filled with chlorine tablets, and some jugs labeled 'Acid' joined a loud filter in filling the small shed to overflowing. "So, how much will you charge."

"How much are you paying now?"

She looked away. "Fifty a week."

He suspected it was more than that. Well, she was entitled to drive a hard bargain. "Thirty, then. I'll come by once a week to check chemicals, clean the filter, make sure the robotic cleaner is doing its job and skim off any leaves or trash that accumulates. If you need me for anything extra like cleanup after a party, it's twenty bucks an hour."

"Fifteen," she said.

"Twenty for the first, fifteen for each additional," he said. "You've got to make it worth the trip."

"Deal." She stuck out a hand.

He shook her hand and wondered, was it possible to get a threeway with Mrs. Adams and Tanya. Now, that would be as hot as any porno he'd ever seen.