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[CLEO PAGE FISHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] SWIMMING in a pool was just not as good as the beach. No matter how hard you tried to convince her, Cleo just wasn’t buying it. Despite the obvious differences (the chlorine taste for one..), there was just something about ocean swimming that clicked with the girl. She wouldn’t be surprised if salt water ran through her veins actually. Cleo was just that attached to the water. Then again, growing up in California sort of did that to a girl. From a young age she had always been just so fond of the beach and water in general. Toddler Cleo used to beg for baths, and chuck tantrums when you tried to take her out. Water, she loved it. THE pool would have to do though for Cleo. As at ten at night, sneaking off to the beach was really not an option. It was risky enough as it was being in the pool. Considering she was supposed to be at the library. Studying late. Normally, she wasn’t huge on breaking rules but what was a girl to do when she was hit by the sudden urge to be submerged in water? Besides that, it was steadily growing cooler, and the night was warm.... okay, it was cold and she was probably going to end up freezing her ass. She’d attempt it anyway. Anything for a swim. SWIMMING wasn’t the only thing Cleo was craving though. It was the one she could satisfy on her own, yes. Her other craving? Not so much. It required the assistance of someone. It really didn’t exactly matter who. She just wanted affection from someone. She had a someone in mind though. Someone who was always very keen to satisfy all of Cleo’s affection needs, and even some needs she didn’t really think she had. ‘Someone’ was convinced she did though. He always thought she needed some mackin’ and groping, when Cleo had just thought she wanted snuggles. Oh well, it was all good. She enjoyed both, so what did it matter? SLIDING out of the pool, the dripping wet Cleo moved over to where she had left her belongings. On a deck chair not too far off. She hadn’t brought much with her really. A towel, her phone and warm clothes. She’d walked all the way from the change room to the pool in just her barely fitting white with cherries string bikini. Cleo was from the “swimmers are clothes right?” family of thought. Un-fortunate for her trashy reputation. Fortunate for the straight male population that liked a good perv. Not that her regular clothes were modest anyway… DRYING herself off a tad, Cleo picked up her offensively pink and rhinestone covered phone. Phone covers were meant to protect phones, not be seen from space Cleo dearest. Slipping it out of the case, the girl quickly moved her fingers over the buttons. She was an expert at texting. ‘I’m @ the pool. waitin on sum luvin’ ; )’. Not exactly the most eloquent of messages, but she was sure ‘Someone’ would understand. After all, she was the daft one. Not him. CLEO wasn’t about to just sit around waiting for the boy, so once the text was sent, she placed the phone back on the chair. Making her way back towards the pool. Picking a wedgie (classy Cleo..) from her butt as she went. Wasting no time at all, she sprung off the edge of the pool. Diving gracefully into the water. Well, at least something about her was graceful..

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N O T E S anyone, the 'someone' would be nice ;]
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