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It was a hot and sunny L.A. Saturday afternoon. I had just finished mowing Kobe Bryant's lawn. I went to the back where the pool was and asked him, "Mr. Bryant, I've finished mowing the lawn. Do you mind if I get a drink of water?" He put down a copy of ESPN magazine and said, "There's some lemonade in the fridge. Go knock yourself out. I gotta go out and run some chores." He stood up and patted me on my back, "Tell the missus I'll be back in two hours..." He paused for a second and continued, "Maybe three hours." He pulled some keys from his pocket and walked to the garage.
I went inside to get some lemonade from the refrigerator. I ran into Dora, the maid. "Hola," she said as she was putting the dishes away. "Hola Dora," I responded as I grabbed a clean glass from the dishwasher. "Unit321, I need to pick up some dry cleaning for Mrs. Bryant before they close, and I have to go grocery shopping. Could you do me a favor?" As I was opening the fridge, I answered, "Sure. Whazzup?" She closed the dishwashwer with the last clean plate in her hand, "Could you clean the pool? I forgot to call the pool cleaners and its too late to get them here before the party."
I started pouring the lemonade into my glass, "Oh yeah, no problem. I've done it before." She took off her apron and grabbed her purse, "Thank you unit321. I'll be back in two hours." I drank the whole glass of lemonade and put it down. I heard Dora close the door to her car. The inside of the house was suddenly very quiet. I put the pitcher of lemonade back into the fridge and started heading to the backyard.
I went to the shed and grabbed the pool strainer. The pool was already clean so I knew there were just a couple leaves to clean out. As I walked to the pool, I saw Mrs. Bryant lying down next to the pool getting a tan. As I got closer to the pool, I noticed that she had her top off while lying face down. I slowly dipped the screen into the pool and started catching some leaves. Just as I pulled out my first batch of leaves, Mrs. Bryant spoke, "unit321, could you grab some sun tan lotion?" I flipped the screen over to get the leaves out onto the grass. "Uh... sure," I said as I put down the pool strainer. I walked over to the picnic table and grabbed a bottle of Coppertone. She turned around and got up, "Kobe is gone for how long?" I gulped to clear my throat, "Uh, three hours." I tried not to stare at her chest.
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