This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Jamal, beer in hand, exits the kitchen, crosses the patio, and makes his way to the shaded end of the pool to join Scott. He's glad he wore a straw hat along with his sunglasses, that sun is capital 'B' brutal! It's early afternoon but the temperature is already in the mid-nineties and the humidity makes the air seem thick. The bright sun and sky aren't helping his hangover. He's hoping that the pool can bring him back to life. Scott is sitting in the shallow end against the wall using a folded towel for a pillow. Jamal snatches a towel from a lounge and does the same, stretching out here in the shade. The water feels refreshing, invigorating. He dunks quickly, then rests his head on the towel on the edge.
"Oh that's good," He sighs, "That's really good!"
Scott doesn't move or acknowledge him for a couple of minutes. Then he stirs and asks, "What time is it?" He takes a pull at the beer next to the towel.
"About two, more or less."
"Seen gramps?" Last night Scott's grandpa, Jerry, had accompanied them to a masquerade party sponsored by their fraternity, Delta Epsilon Lambda (nicknamed: the Deltas -- for obvious reasons!) and a sister sorority: Tau Nu Alpha (the 'T&As' -- for more obvious reasons!)
Jerry had been one of the original officers of the fraternity when the 'U' granted the charter. A very successful businessman, he remained an active (that is: generous) alumni in the Deltas and the 'U'. Scott and Jamal were lounging in Jerry's pool.
"Just before the really crazy shit started he was trying to talk some older gals into the hot tub. That was the last I saw of him, hell, after "
"That 'Lara Croft' with the bing-cherry nips?" Scott laughs.
"You know Gramps!" Jamal joins his friend's laughter. "He was gonna go skin to skin before the the party was over!"
They both guffaw at Gramps antics the night before. He's quite the character, Gramps is, a real pistol. Scott's grandma died years ago and Gramps had grieved up until a few years ago. Now he was bustin' loose and partying like he invented it! Scott used to be a little embarrassed by Grandpa Jerry, but all of his friends liked him so much that he had to accept the fact that Gramps was 'off da hook!' Gramps was a fitness freak -- he played tennis, squash, rode his bicycle, skied, and worked out daily. He was justifiably proud of his muscular, trim physique. Scott hoped that he looked that good when he was sixty. Gramps looked forty and frequently dated women young enough for Scott!
They frolicked in the pool, splashing and belly-laughing about Gramps performance!
Jamal continued, "Ohhh, ho, ho, ho, he, he, he told her that 'Aquaman' was capable of some deep diving...ho, ho, ho, and super powers under water!!"
Scott sputtered helplessly: "Gramps got game!"
Jamal was laughing so hard that he couldn't reply, just shook his head in agreement. Oh yeah! Gramps got game!
They laughed some more, enjoying the moment and the memory.
Gramps had gone to the masquerade as the comic book character. Many of the women weren't familiar with the character (but were interested in a buff guy wearing tights!) so it was an icebreaker and Gramps used that to great advantage.
They lay back, nursing their hangovers and beers, enjoying the cool water.
