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Not only are they ruined, I can’t exactly put them back on.”
         “I’m failing to see the problem here,” he said with a wink.
         “James!”
         “Okay, okay.  Let me think for a moment.”  James tilted his head to the side in thought, then looked at me with a bright smile on his face.  He pulled his hand from the water and snapped his fingers.  “I know just what to do.”  He then proceeded to remove his swimming trunks.
         “Oh my God!  What the hell are you doing!  Get dressed right now!” I screeched.
          “Relax, Mimi.  Put these on,” he said, tossing his wet shorts at my face.  They landed with a wet flop on top of my head.  Gingerly, I pulled them down and held them in front of me.  James was at least six inches taller than me and outweighed me by fifty pounds.  These were going to be a little big, but I was desperate enough to try it.  However…what was he going to wear?  James was a damned good-looking man, but this wasn’t exactly the situation I imagined where I’d get a gander at Little Jim.
         “I know what you’re thinking.  We’ll swim back to the boat.  You go on up and get dressed, then come back and throw my shorts down to me.”
         “Oh.  Whew.  Okay.  That’s a good plan.”
         “Problem solving under pressure is part of my skill set, Kitten,” he chuckled.
         “Don’t you dare call me that again,” I said as I struggled into his shorts while trying to stay afloat.
         Once I had pulled his trunks on and cinched the waist as tight as I possibly could, we paddled back to the boat.  I will not admit one way or another whether I got a glimpse of his toned, muscular (bright white!) backside.  I shimmied up the ladder as fast as I possibly could and ran toward the cabin.  I grabbed a lone towel draped over the back of a chaise lounge with no regard to whom it belonged and wrapped it around myself.  Once in the cabin, I dashed over to my bag and pulled out a pair of shorts with one hand while reaching under the towel with the other to undo the tie on James’ trunks.  I dragged them down as quickly as possible.  Getting into my smaller shorts was not nearly as easy.  Have you ever tried to put dry clothing on a wet body?  It’s not a simple task especially when you’re in a hurry, but I managed it in as little time as I could.
         I dashed back outside with James’ trunks in hand and ran to the ladder where he was still treading water.  I was just about to toss them back to him when I heard Grace’s voice.  I turned toward the sound as I discreetly dropped the trunks overboard.
         “There you are, Meems.  Hey wait, why are you dressed?  One trip down the slide and you’re done for the day?”
         “Oh, well, you know me.  There’s only so much excitement I can handle,” I said with only a slight tremble in my voice.
         “My Lord, you are a party pooper,” she said as she grabbed me by the arm.  “What you need is a proper cocktail.  This beer business isn’t going to cut it.  Come on, I’m sure there’s stuff behind the bar.”
         I started to stumble off behind her as she dragged me along.  James came climbing up the ladder, his shorts sagging quite nicely around his hips.  Clearly he’d just pulled them on, not bothering with the laces.  A visible and tantalizing strip of pale skin peeked from above his waistband, the rest of his body a tanned specimen of finely-toned muscle.  It was the first opportunity I had to really examine his physique.  He was very broad shouldered with thick muscles filling out his upper body.  His long legs were also powerfully built.  While not anywhere near    body-builder status, it was obvious that he was one strong man.  On his left pectoral muscle there was a tattoo that I couldn’t quite make out without giving away the fact that I was totally drooling over his body.