Turn Him Down

You look him up and down once again, and say with perhaps an ounce of regret. “Sorry, go enjoy the pool, I’ve got to figure out what is going on.”

The man shrugs as if the offer was nothing to him. He puts the carton of milk back into the fridge and turns towards the exit. You watch him leave, his fine butt still dripping little drops of water as he makes his way out the door. You let out a sigh as he moves passed a bush that obscures the sight of his body.

Finally, you shake your head, but before you can think about what to do next, there is a sudden scream at the top of the stairway. You race up the stairs quickly, bypassing the floor that you had woken up on.