Ana, Ana's Orb

Ana’s Orbs

There was a Couples Race. I was forced to swim holding onto Ana’s shoulders. I lay against her back, feeling her taut muscles, the cleft buttocks, as she swam with me attached to her body, her willing limpet. We reversed roles. I was hopeless. I thanked Ana for helping me find my way to the edge of the three-tier swimming pool. She laughed heartily, told me to learn to swim,

‘Swing those arms. Let your buddy roll like a porpoise in brine!’

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