Returning home from the beach trip I couldn’t help but think about the swimming hole and the possibility of seeing Oliver’s mom in a swimsuit or something but my mind couldn’t picture her naked. She didn’t even say what she wore to swim. Maybe she would just dip her toes in. I kept wracking my brain around it but I needed sleep from the long day. I woke up the next day to text Oliver to hang out. He texted back saying he was on a holiday weekend trip with his college friends. All of my friends were out of town as well. My mind immediately thought of the swimming hole. I knew my chances were slim to see Ms. A in any type of wear but it might just be a good idea to cool off. I looked up where she might be talking about and took a wild guess which one it might be, considering it was 15 minutes from the Anderson’s house.
I drove to the entrance of swimming hole which had a dirt parking lot. My heart sank a little because my car was the only one there with no sign of Ms. A’s car but decided to at least check out what she was talking about. I got out and walked about 100 feet through thick trees, rocks, and branches until I found the clearing to the swimming hole. The small lake looked marvelous though the water was a little murky. It was so peaceful and serene just like Ms. A described it. Right then the peaceful silence was broken by something suddenly popping out of the water...
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