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here.”
    “Huh?”
    “We made it.”
    She yawned and stretched as I pulled in the driveway. After parking behind Gunner’s red 1969 Mustang, his prized possession, I turned off the car. Out the front windshield, I saw Gunner across the yard at the edge of the woods that surrounded the lake.
    We made eye contact. He looked away first, turning to disappear into the trees.
    “He’s fucking weird,” Missy said.
    I wanted to tell her to leave him the fuck alone, but I kept my mouth shut. If I made waves, we would have a very long week ahead of us. With the stress of college out of the way, I wanted to relax and recuperate before really applying myself and finding a job. Doing so would allow me to put Thomas behind me. The sooner I left him in the rear view mirror of my life the better.
    “Get your bag so we can change right away,” I said, getting my suitcase out of the backseat.
    “Okay, drill sergeant. You’re definitely the top.”
    I laughed. “Shut up.”
    “You should’ve never told me your mom thinks we’re a lesbian couple.”
    “I know that now. Damn wine.”
    We walked toward the impressive cabin. A porch and balcony wrapped around the structure – both levels. The views were spectacular.
    “How cold is the water going to be?” she asked as we walked.
    “Not too cold,” I lied.
    Luckily, we’d made it inside through the sliding glass door on the back patio. The front of the cabin faced the artificial lake that had been created in the 1920s.
    “You made it,” my mom said as soon as we walked into the ginormous kitchen.
    “Of course we did.”
    “And you brought your …” She paused and winked at me. “…friend.”
    For some reason, she’d convinced herself I was a lesbian. A small part of me wondered if it was some hidden fantasy of hers. The rest of me – the sane part – avoided thinking about the idea as much as possible. I’d tried to tell her more than once that Missy was just my roommate through college and that we were living together to save money until I found a job with a suitable salary.
    To her, that simply meant I was in the closet.
    “Yes, Missy is here, mom. She has a name. We’re going to get changed and go swimming. What time is dinner tonight?”
    “You know the schedule, dear.” A frown spread across her face. “You two girls don’t spend too much time alone up there … naked. I mean, get dressed quickly.”
    Missy and I both burst into laughter. I bolted for the stairs. She followed. In the room we would share for the week, we both staked out one of the two twin size beds that were pushed together by my mother. This caused another round of laughter.
    After we caught our breath, we got changed into our bathing suits. She had a plain black bikini. Mine was bright yellow, off-setting my tanned skin.
    I sat down on the edge of the bed while she finished tying her top.
    “Do you think I’m fat?”
    “What? You’re kidding, right? I would kill for your body. I hate you.”
    “All I see is fat when I look in the mirror.”
    “There’s a name for that disease.”
    “You ready to go swimming?” I asked, attempting to change the subject.
    “Sure, honey. Then dinner with mom and dad.”
    “Quit acting like my fake lesbian lover.”
    She giggled. “Who says I’m acting?”
    “Whatever. Can you grab some towels?”
    “Sure, babe.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    We rushed downstairs and past my mom, who was still in the kitchen. She tried to stop us, but we bolted for the front of the house. Large windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling in the great room. Sliding doors led to the front deck. It had three tiers. The lowest one connected to a well maintained wooden dock that stuck out into the water.
    As soon as we reached the end of it, we both dropped our towels. We stared at each other a moment then dashed for the water. She reached the end of the dock first, jumping up and splashing into the water. I dove into the water a few feet to her left, coming up ten