"Have you been to San Francisco before?" she asked after several minutes of silence.

"Nope," he replied. "Have you?"

"Dad brings me here every year," she answered. "My folks are divorced and I live with my mom, but when I visit Dad, he always takes me to San Francisco."

"That's nice," stammered Lance, noticing that one of her nipples was almost spilling out of her halter.

"Do you like to swim?" she suddenly asked.

"Sure," he beamed, feeling on more secure ground when they talked about athletics.

"Then you'll love the hotel pool," said Kim.

"Why?"

"It's one of the nicest pools I've ever seen," the girl answered.

"What's it like?" he asked, suddenly enthusiastic about swimming.

"It's hard to describe," smiled Kim. "But there's a brochure of it in my room if you'd like to go up and see it."

"Sure," grinned Lance, his shyness disappearing as they discussed swimming.

Following the girl toward the elevator, Lance suddenly felt at ease with her. He began thinking how much fun the two of them would have swimming in the pool together. He was genuinely pleased that Kim wasn't all soppy and mushy like most silly girls were.

When they entered her room, Lance sat down on the edge of the bed while Kim searched through the dresser for the brochure.

"Here it is," said the girl, walking back to where he was seated on the edge of the bed.

Lance was a bit startled when the girl spread herself out with her head on his lap.

"Here's a neat picture," she smiled, handing the brochure up to him.

"Gosh, that is nice," he exclaimed, staring at a picture of the spacious pool.