Turn to Water

It was a typical summer day in Dylan's hometown. The air was warm, school was out, and he had just come home from college. His parents had a nice big pool in the backyard and agreed to leave him the house for the weekend while they left town for their anniversary. They lived in a quiet town away from the hustle and bustle of big city life which is just the way Dylan liked it.

Their neighbors had just sold their house when Dylan left for school and he was happy to see a new vehicle parked in the driveway, a refreshing view from the junky old pickup truck that sat in the driveway for so many years before.

The day was getting warmer and Dylan wanted to take advantage of having the pool to himself, so he threw on his old swim trunks and jumped in the water. He had been swimming for about an hour or so when he heard someone ring the doorbell. "I wonder who that is," Dylan thought to himself as he lifted his lean, muscular frame out of the water. He wrapped a white, fluffy towel around his waist leaving his wet hair to fall down in his face slightly.

Dylan walked up to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it to see who it was. A young man about Dylan's age introduced himself as the neighbor next door. "Hey. I'm Max. I live next door and saw you outside swimming. I've never seen you here before."

"Hi Max!" said Dylan, "My name is Dylan and this is actually my parents' house. I actually just got back home for the summer and I..."

"Do you always answer the door when you're naked in just a bath towel?" interrupted Max.

"...uuhhh, well... I'm not naked under this towel actually," Dylan started to explain as he removed his towel.