Perhaps later.' Harold said as he walked over to a deck chair and sat down.
John walked to the pool. 'Okay. Save me a chair.'
Harold watched as John dove into the pool and he had never been so glad that he was wearing his suit; even if he was sweating in the wool. John was tan and fit and Harold wasn't. Before the accident that crippled him he had kept fit by running, but now he was well aware that his stomach resembled uncooked biscuit dough.
He watched John swim and then John came out of the pool and Harold's tongue came out to wet his lips. Water drops dipped from John's body and had wet down his hair. John came over to the deck chair next to Harold and laid down on it. Harold watched as a John stretched like a cat basking in the sun.
John turned to Harold. 'See something you like?'