Tara had waited patiently. And she might point out that she was not much of a person for patience. In fact, in most people’s definition of patience, she hadn’t been that way at all. After a minute of waiting, she had gotten a bit bored and had started rifling through her bag. But when she heard some noise coming from the men’s entrance to the pool, she let out a small giggle. Oh yes, she might have gotten distracted by her boredom, but she was still ready to attack!
Peeking over her towel, Tara watched as John entered the room. He would see a row of deck chairs with a host of towels draped over them. She had created an impressive, though weak structure in the time he’d taken to get down to the pool. She ducked back down before he could see her – though she knew he’d be able to tell she was behind the towel fort – and readied one of her balloons.
Cheekily, she called out: “Did you finish your list?” Giggle. “I’ve finished mine!” She rose up and peeked over again, watching as he moved into the room.