Who: Guy and Abby When: Thursday evening Where: Down by the lake What: Going for a swim Rating: TBD there may be some wardrobe malfunctions, and who knows where that will lead Status: In Progress His day had been horrible. Probably the worst he'd had since learning of what he'd done to Marian. The worst of it, was that he'd managed to leave at the wrong time and missed Abby. A woman yelled at him for not getting her appointment right, when she had never called him. Then another woman spilled something red and sticky all over his favorite shirt. And he could have sworn he had seen his mother. But that was not possible, she was dead.
He was pouting, though if anyone said so he would deny it. He stood on the edge of the water, picking up one of the few pebbles he made an attempt to skip it. Only something odd happened and the rock splashed back at him, soaking the legs of his pants. "Perfect." He muttered, before bending down to brush away the water droplets.