It was a Saturday afternoon on a bright September day. I had
just finished my lap swim at the university's pool and was heading
back to the locker room to shower and dress. Normally the men's
locker room is deserted except for the occasional racquet ball player
and a few others, but today I found it occupied. As far as I knew
I was the only male who frequented the pool for anything other than
horseplay, but apparently I was wrong. It seemed I had found another
person who shared my passion for the water. He had a pair of goggles
laid out on the bench with his towel and was rummaging through his
bag looking for something. When I walked in, he didn't look up,
but I knew he had to have heard me come in ...
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