By StarbearerTM

Trynia let out a deep breath and sighed, "Shit, what a pain this is."

Paul rammed his fist into the table, snapping, "I can not BEGIN to tell you how much I hate her."

His face contorted in anger, and Trynia slipped her arms around his waist to hug him from behind, saying, "I know love."

"She's going to try and f***cking take Evan. I just know it. She absolutely LOVES sitting there and pissing me off."

"I know, I wish I knew how to help."

"What did I do? What did I DO? I did NOTHING to her. Our marriage was a damn failure and SHE'S the one that bailed out on it."

"You did nothing... but LOVE her," Trynia whispered, kissing his back through his sleeveless shirt.

"I've been MORE than goddamn fair to her. Hell, I gave her $10 mill friggin' dollars!"

"I know love," she sighed. He paced back and forth, breaking away from her as he hobbled on his crutch about the patio. Finally he could release control and show his emotions. Trynia shook her head, feeling horrible and hating Linda herself.

"I need to call my lawyer. She can't do this. Coming into MY house.... Accusing me of drugs and booze, being unfaithful, being sexually loose around my son. It's all a bunch of crap!"

"Yes, you do. And guess what..." Trynia said, stepping before him.

"I got it ALL on TAPE!"

She reached into her sweater pocket, and pulled out a small silver box. It flashed in the sun, and Paul broke into a huge smile of surprise, gasping "Holy shit!"

"Right here in a digital crystal. I borrowed it from GENE."

"Oh, Trynia, I LOVE you!" he cried, walking over and hugging her tightly.

"I knew she'd try something so I slipped it into my dress pocket..." Trynia explained. "That's why I HAD to be here... and Christine was also here with you..."

"Oh, hell, yes!" he chuckled, "So that's why you were doing all those wrestling holds, trying to keep me back?"

"Yes..." she grinned, putting the tape player back into her pocket carefully. He laughed again, giddy.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't shoot yourself in the foot."

"You're smarter than all the rest of us," he laughed. Christine returned, still a bit nervous about interrupting the happy couple.

"Take this," Trynia said to Christine, handing her the tape player. "Give it to Gina please..."

"Sure," Christine grinned, taking the tape recorder and walking away with it.

"And take the rest of the day off..." Trynia winked. Grinning, Christine walked away with the precious cargo.

Paul suddenly slapped his forehead, gasping, "Not only that, you have her on tape threatening very clearly to run with Evan out of the country to escape the court system."

"Yes..." Trynia nodded. "And Christine is a witness... And Miss Gina..."

"I just hope...that she doesn't try to involve you guys in this whole mess."

"I know," Trynia nodded. "But I HAD to do SOMETHING... I'm through playing her games... its time to beat her at them."

"This is an odd observation, but Linda has always been motivated by anger. She finds it.... Well, pardon the mention.... But she finds it erotic," Paul admitted, sitting down next to the table again, with Trynia's assistance. "She loves nothing better than a good fight. She's really into the old 'fight hard, then make love hard' philosophy."

"You're very HOT when you're pissed," Trynia told him, sitting in the chair next to his. "I'm only sorry I opened my big trap..."

"Me? You're saying you found that to be a turn on?" he laughed even harder.

"My Italian mouth and my Irish temper got the better of me for a moment."

Paul gulped a big swig of tea, and continued, "Well, Linda did too. I guarantee she goes home and bangs Frank all night. That's what Linda likes. She likes to get mad. Screw her, though. She'll never have me again. Never!"

"Let Frank screw her," Trynia laughed. "He's entitled to her."

"And she'll NEVER have sole custody of Evan. Not as long as I have a bloody red cent to my name," Paul nodded, swigging more tea.

"Well she doesn't seem that fit of a mother when she wants more and more money for herself..."

"You know what? The heck with her. I'm much more concerned about YOU and how we're going to spend this beautiful day.... This beautiful CHILDLESS day, now that Evan is gone," Paul said, with a wave of his hand. Reaching over to the other chair he grabbed her around the waist and tugged her into his lap.

Surprised at his strength, she laughed, "Oh Man you've been working OUT!"

"Mmm hmm. Found me some arm weights in the basement and I've been trying to get back to where I was. I want to look like I did at the beginning of the reunion tour."

"And all that swimming from here to the moon in your pool..." Trynia laughed, settling on his lap. Paul leaned over to kiss her softly.

Suddenly the scrape of the patio door alerted them, and they glanced up to see Linda returning to the patio. Tensing in Paul's arms, Trynia tried to get off his lap, but Paul held her there securely. Very quietly, she examined both of them sitting there on the sturdy lawnchair, sadness in her blue eyes.

"Paul.... There's one more thing. I almost forgot," she said with a discreet cough.

"What?" Paul asked. Again Trynia tried to get up, but he held her down.

"Evan....he went to the doctor's before we left, and well, they think he might have some allergy problems," Linda said, handing Paul a set of bills. "They want to run a battery of tests so here are the medical bills.... Per our agreement."

"All right," Paul nodded, taking the documents and setting them on the table. "I'll have my lawyer draw something up. To take care of this..."

"Of course. I'll tell Dr. Mitchell to expect payment before long," Linda said, not looking at Trynia, but glancing down at her feet.

"Of course," Paul nodded, a bit sad himself. Linda wiped her eyes, opening her mouth to say something as she looked at Trynia, nothing but apology in her gaze.

"You'd better go. Frank's waiting for you," Paul said quietly.

"I.... Uh ...got almost to the highway and realized I forgot," Linda muttered.

"Perhaps I should leave now, for a moment," Trynia said, getting up.

"Could see you alone for just a minute?" Linda asked.

"Paul?" Trynia asked. "You want me to leave?"

"Yes.... For just a minute," Paul nodded, gently nudging Trynia off his lap. She turned and left, walking around the side of the house out of sight.

Linda looked directly at Paul, who sat there, with arms folded across his chest. Slowly he asked, "So, what are you wanting to tell me..."

"I just feel like..." Linda said, tracing a finger over the edge of the table.

"What?" Paul asked. "Haven't you said enough? You embarrass the hell out of my fiancée... What could you possibly feel but glad? Threatening to take my SON away!"

"Paul, could you please just listen to me without that angry, judgmental look on your face?"

"All right..." he snorted, and took a deep breath. "Talk."

"I just wanted to tell you that...we got about 5 minutes out and I made Frank turn back. I just feel terribly about this, and it's just so surreal...you and I both married again and everything. Because even though I hate you at times, I once...loved you," she said quietly.

"You forgot about me long enough to marry Frank..." Paul answered sullenly. "Jeez you didn't waste much time... after you and me... did you?"

Walking away she sighed heavily, her posture slumped. For a moment Paul let her, but then scrambled to his feet, tucking his crutch under one arm. He called out to her, "Linda... Wait a moment..."

Turning she faced him, fists at her side, "I still love you, damn it. It's just that..."

"I know... shit, god knows I still love you somehow...." he sighed.

"WE can't work," she said, touching his hand from his chest to hers quickly. He nodded, taking that hand and raising it to his lips to kiss lightly.

"Even after all the shit...."

"I was willing to give up KISS for you," he said, voice breaking. "Do you KNOW that? Just to have a damn CHANCE!"

"I never knew that," Linda said softly. "Look, I have to admit, when I came here and saw her ring, I just went nuts. I think.... This is where this came from. I'm not a terrible, bitchy person. It's just that the thought of you with someone else..."

"How do you think I felt knowing you were going to get married again, huh?" he asked her, letting go of her hand. "It almost killed me. There is NO going back."

"I didn't think you cared. You were with Trynia."

"You don't think I cared?" he laughed ironically. "I thought you were dissing me."

"No, there IS no going back, and in a funny way, I'll always regret that," she sighed, lightly putting her fingers on his lips.

"So will I," he nodded. "I wanted it to be forever. But I guess that's only for fairytales..."

"No, it's not. Paul, it wasn't for us, but that doesn't' mean we can't make it work with Frank and Tryn."

Paul felt his heart lift a bit at her words, and said, "I want you to know, that even though I'm hurt and pissed... I hope you're happy... With Frank, I mean. I hope he's treating you well. I don't want my son... our son to suffer for our mistakes... my mistakes..."

She laughed, and nodded, "My sentiments exactly. I just couldn't go home leaving things like they were. I'm crying buckets as we're going down the highway. Evan wanted to know if I fell coming out to the car."

"He's the most important thing in the world, believe it or not Linda," Paul said seriously. "If I lost him, I don't know WHAT id' do..."

"He's...umm...OK. We have our moments. I know." she says softly.

"He's the only part of you I have left," he whispered, moving close to her now. "WE made him together, out of LOVE, Linda."

Taking his hand again she squeezed it, tears in her blue eyes. Sighing she said, "We can't go there, Paul. Not for Trynia and Frank's sake. We made our decision to split."

"Yes... And hopefully we're older and wiser..." Paul nodded, kissing her hand softly again on the back. He stepped back, releasing it.

"You have to go on with your life Linda."

"Look. I owe you one. BIG time. When you get married, if you want, you can have Evan for as long as you need. Or if you prefer, I'll take him for the duration of your honeymoon."

"Really? Aww man that's GREAT..." Paul exclaimed. I'll let you know, ok?"

"Umm...SURE." she says almost too happily. Still he saw the moisture of tears in her eyes.

"Linda, just promise me one thing..."

"This one will take awhile to get over." she smiled, and then said, "Yes?"

"Have a good life, and please, let's TRY not to take out our anger on Evan. Let's TRY to be friends for HIS sake?"

"Friends, of course. Or at the very least, two people who don't hate each other."

"Yes... exactly," Paul nodded.

"Do you mind if I kiss your cheek..." she asked suddenly, tracing her toe on the ground. "I mean, is that OK, do you think?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea..." Paul shook his head. "But a hug perhaps..."

She looks at him sadly, and he held out his arms for an embrace. Moving toward him, he held her close, rocking her in his arms. The remembrance of something lost pained him greatly, and to feel her hands tracing up and down his chest was more then he could bear. Wrapping her arms around his neck she leaned up and kissed him quickly on the lips.

In shock he grabbed her arms and firmly removed them from his shoulders, holding her back. She pulled away and smiles "I've been a bad girl."

Paul backed away, shaking a finger at her. He ran a hand through his lengthening hair, still moist with water as he said, "You said we shouldn't go there. Frank's waiting for you, you know."

"I love you" she whispered, reaching down to grab her purse.

"Goodbye Linda," he says aloud, and blew her a kiss.

Walking away quickly, Linda disappeared into the house again, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't notice Trynia coming around the house, concealed by the hedge. Trynia turned back to Paul, feeling her own tears coming.

He walked toward the pool, peering into it as if to see something clear in its depths. Wearily he joked, "Well, THAT was unexpected."

"I guess she never got over you did she?"

"She came back, all apologetic and all. She's sorry. Still misses me. The whole gamut."

"I know, I saw," Trynia said.

"Y-you did?" he stammered.

"Yes," Trynia nodded.

"We didn't really...solve anything. I mean, she never really agreed to not become a pain in the ass, but I guess in a way she let her guard down and for the first time since the divorce, I saw the Linda I once fell for."

"It would be easier for me to hate her but I can't," she sighed. Paul reached out and hugged her tightly. "Not when I saw the way you were together just now."

"Nah, Hon, don't hate her. She is in some serious turmoil now."

"She still cares for you I bet."

"Maybe so. I mean, in some weird way, we'll always care for each other, but Trynia; we had SO many problems. Love is one thing, but you have to learn how to co-exist. It's very basic, but you just can't be in a situation where you scream at each other, then having sex, then scream, then have sex again. I have to have some level of calmness in my life, especially with my career choice..." he explained. "Am I making any sense?"

"Yes... you can't have hot and cold all the time... you need some lukewarm."

"I need someone like YOU. Someone I can count on to be levelheaded. I just can't deal with her mind games."

"I know... I hope Frank likes excitement."

"How can you sit here, practically calling me an ass one minute, then the next she's tearfully in love? That's Linda, though. I just can't do it," he threw up his hands.

"I sometimes think you can be an ass, but I know better then to tell it to your face," Trynia laughed, stroking his chest. He led her back to one of the benches by the pool, and sat down, patting the seat next to him. She joined him, both sitting in silence for a while.

"Trynia, she hasn't told me she loved me in years. I'll bet she hasn't told me that since about a year before the divorce."

"Paul, she doesn't realize what she's lost till she doesn't have it anymore..." Trynia nodded, and then peered curiously at his face. "And that color lipstick DOESN'T become you."

"Yeah, and can you imagine being married to someone and not telling them you love them?" he said, then blushed. "Oh god now... I suppose you saw that too?"

"Yes," Trynia nodded, wiping off Linda's lipstick from his mouth.

"She asked me if she could and I told her no." he explained quickly.

"She stole a kiss, not you," Trynia said. HE hugged Trynia tight and looks out over the pool.

"Paul I'm so sorry..." she began.

"It's over, Hon. It's just over."

"It is. For her and for you," Trynia acknowledged. He leaned over, turning her torso to face his, burying his face in her hair.

"Yes, and the best part is, I don't feel nearly as badly as I thought I would."

"Good," she said stroking his back and rubbing it.

"Gene would be proud of me," he laughed. "Only he'll tell me that when she came back the second time, I should have kicked her ass in that pool."

"Besides, I think that she didn't hate ME that much... she called me a tramp, not a bitch. I wanted to do that, but I didn't want Evan asking her why she was all wet."

He stroked her hair as well, "She doesn't think poorly of you, love. Actually I think she might like you quite a bit if you weren't marrying her ex-husband."

"Well I think she flipped when she saw the big ass ROCK someone GOT me..." Trynia teased.

He chuckled, "She pretty much admitted to that. I guess I can relate. It was sort of a kick in the gut to me to find out she was remarrying. And if she had been in front of me at that time, like I was tonight, I probably would have gone psycho on her too."

"I shouldn't have flashed the ring in her face," Trynia apologized, pulling out of their hug.

"But you know, that's one of my worst fears I faced tonight.... Linda and her emotional rollercoaster. I think I did pretty well."

"You did," she nodded. "I hope I didn't seem too crazy myself... I almost lost it..."

"Mmm, she probably deserved it."

"I think I pissed her off that I didn't get into a cat fight with her."

"Just keep that tape just in case... Who knows? She might have a crappy flight back and decides she hates me again by the time she lands in Dallas," Paul said, laughing loudly.

"Hurricane Linda," Trynia grinned.

"She did basically admit to everyone in the room that I'm good in bed, didn't she?" he said with mock pride.

"She kept trying to get me pissed," Trynia laughed. "She said that you were good for one thing... And I didn't DENY that."

He reached down and bit her neck, "See. I'm even hell in bed with women I can't stand."

"Oh brother..." she groaned.

"Are you properly impressed yet?" he whispered into her ear.

"Maybe she was pissing you off to get her rocks off with Frank later... Having that mental image of your smoldering eyes burning in her memory..." Trynia grinned, tickling Paul's side.

"Now that's an interesting theory. She was up to something, that's for sure. I'm almost positive that at some point I saw the old "I Want You" look."

"Well seeing you made turned her on..." Trynia giggled. "You should have seen Frank's face when he saw how ticked she was... And then I could SWEAR he was looking ME up an down..."

"Her loss, though. I'm taken." Paul smiled, kissing her ear softly.

"Frank's still convinced I'm going to come across a table some day and throttle him for that damn settlement."

"Ugh Paul... He had bedroom eyes at me when he shook my hand..."

"Well, he'll just have to screw Linda and shout "Trynia" because he's not getting you," he laughed, and pulled her thigh across his knees. He tugged her close to give her a soft passion filled kiss.

"He's closer to her age, but he's got a paunch, and stick legs..." she laughed. "And his teeth look BONDED. And I'm SURE he's wearing a toupee..."

"And his ass is not NEARLY worth a million dollar," Paul said, leaning up for a moment to smack himself in the butt. Trynia reached around and pinched him hard.

"Mmm, well if your ASS is worth a million, how about your new bionic hip?"

"Owwww, damn!" he teased. "What is WITH these aggressive women today?"

"Or your marvelous hairy chest... is that worth 2?"

"No that's worth FIVE!" he interrupted. "First they're cursing at me, then they're all over me."

"And umm, those arms, I would say are worth a million each..." she hummed, tracing a finger over his biceps. Taking her hand, he placed it over his crotch.

"Let's not forget the crown jewels love. I want an appraisal here too, don't forget!" he said.

"Damn near priceless... they don't' make that type of love gun anymore," she nodded, flushing a bit at his forwardness.

"And take your time. This needs to be VERY accurate," he said, with a sultry wink. She rubbed her hand lightly over him through his jeans, as if trying to appraise a valuable artifact.

"They definitely don't make these like they used to," she laughed.

"You know, they don't. Too bad we don't have anywhere to HIDE these priceless jewels..." he hummed, arching his back with the satisfaction of her caresses. "Somewhere.... You know...dark...out of the way..." He licked her lips seductively.

"Well, I might know where you could bury some treasure..." she suggested, as he moved her hand at the pace he liked. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she continued, "A very REMOTE exotic location."

"Hmm I dunno... If the piece is slightly used, there might be a reduction in cost..."

"Only SLIGHTLY used?" Paul asked, looking scandalized.

"Well oiled, is a better term," Trynia corrected, seeing the teasing glint in his eyes. She moved her hand away, but Paul placed it back where he wanted it.

"Hmmm, tell me more," he hummed. "About this exotic location for buried treasure?"

"I was thinking some small Sicilian island with an Irish population."

"So, I can...pack my suitcase?" he asked.

"Yes... And you can pack your pistol too..." she laughed. He reached over and slipped her skirt up, running his fingers up to the elastic of her underwear.

He whispered in her ear, "Good, because all this yelling has gotten me hot."

"Uh oh..." she laughed. "You are allowed two carryon bags with that piece you know..."

"And when I get hot, that's when YOU start yelling," he whispered.

"Will I have to help you bury that treasure quicker then I thought?"

"I'm looking for a VERY quick and easy burial, assuming of course, that the house staff has courteously left us alone for the day."

"Well we might have to commander a ship, first," she winked, as he pushed her sweater off her shoulders. Kissing her exposed arm, he moved the straps of her dress down.

"You DID get rid of them, didn't you?" he asked, tracing his arm down her back to unzip her dress.

"Uh well. Yes..." she nodded, groaning as he pushed her dress down to bare to the waist. "They are taking an extended lunch break."

"That's my girl," he laughed, reaching down and pulling her dress up over her head. "So, what you're saying is...you'd like a nice dip in this pool, right here and now? Or do you prefer the pool-side service?"

"Mmm, start with the poolside service..." she nodded.

"Perfect. I don't have to move a muscle," he nodded, urging her to stand. She let the dress fall around her ankles and stepped out of it, only in her underwear and bra now.

"That's the idea," she laughed, tugging at his shirt. He lifted his arms this time so she could pull it up over his head and sit on his lap again.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her neck softly. "Beneath all the crap and the emotional baggage, I want you to know that."

"I love you too," she whispered back, stroking his chest.

"And I'm SOOOOOO glad you don't have a psycho ex husband," he hummed.

Trynia took his chin and tilted his head to look straight into his dark eyes, asking, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, lover?"

"You are true to me, aren't you?" she asked.

At this, he looked at her, seriously. Sighing he said, "You're thinking about what Linda said?"

"I'm' sorry... it's just something that was said... I hope I didn't ruin the mood."

"That I'm a cheap, philandering lover?" he asked.

"I know you aren't," Trynia flushed.

"I have been in the past."

"But I said to her, people change,' Trynia answered.

"Yes, and sometimes people change other people," Paul said, stroking her chin. "And relationships change people."

"Exactly," she nodded, looking right into his eyes again. "And I trust you..."

"I haven't cheated on you since the night I took a quickie with that groupie on the road. That was...a long, long time ago. Back when I was still wrestling with this whole mess."

"I... believe you. 100 percent."

"And I went and got smashed and talked to Gene, and he actually gave GOOD advice for a change."

"Oh do tell..." Trynia laughed, knowing the story from Terri already, but glad to hear it from Paul directly.

"Well, I was going on about you and what I'd done. Then I started in on the whole Linda mess, which Gene LOVES to hear..." he continued. Trynia reached around his neck to see the pendant he was wearing, the Star of David she had given him for Christmas.

"Next thing I know he's telling me to shut my trap and just stay faithful to you if that's what I want."

"Wait a minute GENE said TAHT?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess he got tired of me going around and around about how guilty I was feeling," Paul chuckled. "If anything, Gene is practical. He'd rather me be with you then have to hear me bitch and complain about NOT being with you, if that makes any sense."

"You Jewish guys are BIG on guilt aren't you?" she teased, taking his Star of David and putting it into her mouth.

He pouted for a bit. "I can't help it. I was feeling guilty.... And lonely..."

"I know... so was I..." she said softly, voice trailing off. "After you left..."

"You were at school, probably with a host of other guys," he nodded. "I guess that's how I used to deal with problems with Linda....I'd find a nice piece and give her a thrill."

"I... won't lie I was thinking of other guys..." she admitted, star slipping from her tongue.

"I'm not too sure I want to hear this, little miss," he cautioned, eyes darkening with jealousy.

"I never told you this... but someone asked me out. He was someone I had sort of dated with a friend, the previous semester... and we weren't so sure we should get together... because I knew he secretly liked another friend... but he noticed how quiet I was... and well..."

"Trynia..." Paul asked.

"I thought about it long and hard, but you know what I told him?"

"You're not bad there, Bobby Sue, but my hearts with Paul and he's MUCH better in bed?" he teased.

"Pretty much," she laughed. He kissed her warmly.

"Now THAT, I love to hear."

"He was a guy who was interested in me... I dated him before I ever met you... but we never went anywhere..."

"Oh...I suppose it's natural that you might start dating at the time..."

"No this was BEFORE you." She reiterated. "After you I didn't date ANYONE!"

"Did you.... Sleep with him?" Paul asked. "Before I met you."

"No."

"Good."

"The last guy I slept with was Kevin," she breathed. "One year before you... we broke up shortly after I got into grad school..."

"And that was before me. Good answer," he joked.

"But before Kevin, I had no lovers. Except for my first sexual experience in college, and that was a one-night stand... and I decided then and there that casual sex wasn't for me. So, I didn't have sex till I was with Kevin. We only dated for 2 years... but then broke up after I got into grad school and we couldn't be together anymore..."

"I'm the best you've ever had, right?" he smiled.

"Yes... without a doubt."

"Woohoo! Wait until I tell Gene!" he laughed.

"Uh well..." she flushes.

"This will HAVE to come up in conversation.... Or possibly at our next interview.... Or EVEN at our wedding toast."

"Oh no Paul!" she cried.

He tickled her side to let her know he was teasing her. Even so, she felt mortified at the prospect. Paul assured her, "I'm just teasing. You know that."

"I know... But seriously you ARE the best I've ever had."

"What's between us is between us," he said. "And you're the best for me."

"Thank you..." she whispered, kissing his cheek. "And you know what else?"

"I'm afraid to ask, but what?"

"Even when the fans... my friends guessed we were together?" she said. "I said that what happened with you and me was private."

"That's good. I've always been that way. Gene and I, we like to tease and all, but we usually keep things like this to ourselves... usually...." he said, with a look of guilt. She stopped and reflected about the kiss that Art gave her the first night when she got back. It was before he started dating Melanie. Trynia had known they were secretly crazy about each other, but Melanie never got the courage to tell Art how she felt. So, Trynia had fixed them up.

Her regret vanished when Paul reached over and kisses her. Pulling back, he laughed, "Before this whole conversation started.... I was scheduled to start getting some action here...."

"I know," she said, rubbing his thigh.

"Just redirecting the flight attendant to stay on course... Because I want this to be a trip to remembah, people." he drawls.

"Oh GOD..." she laughed.

"This is the one....THIS IS THE ONE that we'll remembah." He continued, seeing her goosebumps.

"Or should I say aww GAAWWHD..." she corrected herself. "Peepul ya gotta heeeahr me!"

"Hey, wait a minute? Are you mocking little old me?"

"Who ME?" she asked. "Do I look like AHD lie?"

"People...." he whispered, "You gotta SCREAMMMM for me. Because that's what rock and roll is all about."

As she screamed, he seized the opportunity to tug seriously at her underwear. Reaching around he pulled at her bra. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, "Hmmm, Vicki's Secret down there, I see. His Master is well pleased."

She let him unfasten her bra and slip it down her arms. Taking her panties he helped her step out of them, and threw them into the bushes.

"Oh, would you look at this? Linda's back!" he teased.

"Shut UP!" she cried, standing there completely nude. "You, Paul Stanley are MEAN!"

So saying she hurled her bra at him. Catching it with one hand he put it into his mouth, and flicked his head from side to side. Reaching over she tickled his chest and stomach.

"Pammy wants you to unzip my pants. She just said so," he laughed, tossing her bra away with the panties.

"Is this Simon's says" she asked.

"Yes, it is," he chuckled, standing up before her on the crutch's support. Reaching up for his pants she unbuttoned them and tugged the zipper down.

"And Pammy....she says that there's something down there waiting for you," he winked. Chuckling she slid his pants down around his ankles. Leaning on her shoulder he stepped out of them, and stood before her.

"And then she said something about oral pleasures....." he looked at her in mock distraction.

"Now what was that she said?" Trynia asked. Leaning over she rubbed her cheek against his thong underwear, blue in color. He groaned softly and laughs. Tugging the underpants down, she slipped him gently into her mouth. Sitting on the bench, she was just the right height to go down, stroking his thighs tenderly.

He reached his hands down and worked them into his hair. Raking her nails lightly over his butt, she scraped the backs of his thighs. HE began to rock his hips slowly. The sensation of her soft tongue and mouth containing him swept away the consternation and frustration of the past few hours. He groaned, letting his desire build and climax. The release of the pent up anger and close attention pulled the stress from his tensed tight body.

"Wait," he whispered, pulling her off him. Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet before him. Gingerly he pulled up his underwear and slipped his arm around her waist.

"what?"

"Hurry, I think I would like to swim to that exotic location," he winked, aiming her in the direction of the pool. Tossing the crutch down, he leaned all his weight on her as they walked stiffly to their destination.

Once their feet hit the cold tile surface of the pool's edge, Paul positioned her in front of him, and huge her close. Leaning backwards, he pitched into the pool, dragging Trynia with him.

"YIKES!" she screamed, as the cold water splashed around them both. She then realized what Paul was doing, pulling her into the water so his hip was not an issue. Swimming lightly, he trod water in the depths of the deep end. Trynia shook her hair out of her face, swimming a bit apart from him. She saw Paul disappear, shortly, wrestling with something. Hand clenched around his underwear, he hurled it out into the midst of the bushes, before swimming over toward her.

Grinning, she kicked away, splashing him in the face. Calmly he turned over to swim on his back with powerful strokes after her, not needing to kick at all, as he pulled himself along with his arms alone.

Trynia knew she was in trouble, because Paul was a far stronger swimmer. At least so, she led him to believe, for she moved swiftly across the pool in a few strokes herself. Back and forth, they chased each other, Paul almost gaining on her as she reached the far end, only to push off and rocket past him as he touched the wall.

Reaching the deep end again near the diving board, she glanced around. There was no sign of Paul anywhere, and she heard not a splash. Blinking, she looked back and forth for some sign. No he hadn't climbed out of the pool, had he.

Suddenly something grabbed her ankle and jerked her under. Gasping she saw the blue waters close over her head as it dragged her down, and pulled her close to a slick wet body. She struggled against him playfully, gasping as her breath slipped out. Warm lips closed over hers, sharing the breath Paul had grabbed before sneaking on the bottom.

They broke surface, Paul's arm shoving the water aside so she could gasp a welcome breath and reel against him in sheer lightheadedness. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her along with him toward the shallows. His strong arm enclosed around her chest, restricting her movement as he swam with his other arm and a powerful sideways scissors kick.

"You're a STINKER!" she groaned, as he stopped and held her under the water against him, turning her around. Standing on the bottom of the shallows the water lapped his chest as he grinned at her and pulled her into his arms.

"I know, but I just realized that in all the time you've lived here, you've never been initiated into a very special club..."

"Oh, you mean that you and I never had sex in the pool?" she joked.

"I can't see HOW I overlooked that detail," he clicked his tongue. "And I plan on making it up to you..."

He seized her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Pressed tightly against his wet slick body she almost forgot the chill of the water around them. Paul's soft lips on hers gently teased, without opening his mouth. When she tried to coax his mouth open he chuckled and pulled his face away, simply kissing down her neck.

"So, how does this relate to buried treasure?"

"I found my exotic location, by way of water," he joked. "And now... I need to dig a hole..."

"That might be a challenge," she laughed, slipping up his body a bit.

"Hmm, I might not have to dig at all, considering there might be the perfect spot already to hide the treasure," he said seductively.

"Especially when there is a secret hideaway there," she joked, slipping down and teasing him under the water. Dark eyes closed, back arching with pleasure as he moaned softly. Supporting her hands on his shoulders, she let him grip her hips and pull her onto himself.

"Ah this is the perfect place," he laughed. The contrast between his heat inside of her and the cool water surrounding them both trapped her in convulsive shivers. Paul thrust hard into her, buoyed in the water of the pool. Waves spread from his exertions to lap the far ends of the pool, small swells breaking the surface.

Every inch of her skin tingled between cold and hot extremes, their combined rise in temperature radiating outwards into the cool depths.