My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was no longer interested in this conversation, so I angled my body to walk around her.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my arm. Thoroughly annoyed, I frowned at her. "What else do you want to say, Miss Zanes?"

She smiled insidiously. "I have plenty to say. Since you are so calm about everything, then you might be calm about death too, am I right?"

With that, she changed her grip, intending to push me into the pool.

I didn't know how to swim. I twisted away and forcefully pinched her arm to let me go.

She jerked back in pain, and the momentum drove her away from me, towards the pool. So because of inertia, what was supposed to be me falling into the pool, turned into her falling instead. She fell in with a loud splash, an oddly pleasurable sound.

A beautiful woman falling into the water garnered a certain amount of attention. Not that the woman in question enjoyed the attention.

not deep. When her feet touched the floor, she realised that the man was holding onto her chest. Mortified,

was mad at being yelled at. He went from trying to help the struggling woman, to pushing her

watched on in amusement. No one

too rashly when I heard a deep voice beside

to being obeyed. The man snapped to his senses and

jump into the water and pulled

transparent. After a thorough soaking, her wet clothes clung to

inevitable she'd attract leering eyes. Having lost some of her dignity and respect in front of Hendrix

shoulders He said, "Go back to

the gleam in her eyes. She yelled, "Arianna, are you satisfied? Are you happy to see

you still hold onto him? If you don't want to treat him nicely, then why would you stop me from treating him nicely? How can you be so overbearing? Why would you still keep him by your