There were days when I didn't see him, and I focused on my goal. Lose weight, reduce sugar, strengthen muscles, and reactivate my activity. My sedentary life made me spend entire days in bed only to get up to pee and eat, and sometimes I even took the food to bed, enjoying a piece of cheese, some crackers, and grapes while watching series and movies, or wandering around the internet.

I had no reasons to do anything. Going to the supermarket, mopping the floor, doing laundry... nothing was urgent and could be procrastinated. So the swimming pool served as an excuse to leave the house. Exercise has helped me go down three holes in my belt. The sugar remains the same, I still wake up three times to pee at night. But reactivating activity is still below par. I finish at the pool, go to the Market's cafeteria, and between my phone and the Kindle chapters that I have managed to force myself to comply with, the morning is filled. I go to a supermarket and get back home in time for the news. I finish eating while watching sports. And I lie down on the bed.

What I have gained is going back to my weekly masturbation routine. Between fantasizing about my boy, and xHamster videos of fisting, guys hanging from their balls, hanging themselves while cumming in mid-air, and being whipped with long cattle whips tied to posts or trees in the forest, envy the control, the whistles when tightening, the sound of hits, I have to learn how to use it, another goal.

Between the pool and my house, there are access to five beaches, and a nudist one. Where years ago I hooked up with several tourists who escaped from their wives for a walk and some fun... It's a beach that gets flooded as the tide rises, so before going, I check the app to see at what stage of the tide it is, and with that, I find that sometimes I don't even have the option to go for a week and a half until the tide cycle fits into my schedule. I recently started worrying about that, and now I know that the tide schedule advances between 20-30 minutes every day, I'm not so worried about the height, if it floods, it floods.

There were days when my treasure arrived as I was leaving or vice versa, and now she greets me looking into my eyes, although she quickly separates herself, but she keeps lurking, maybe thinking she might get slapped again.

Lately, she arrives when I'm already in the pool, so I do the first stretch calmly and at my own pace. When she arrives, my rhythm, my breathing, everything gets messed up. But I enjoy so much seeing her furtive observations and false indifference that it's worth losing the rhythm. Especially when I go after her. Her whole body in suspension, with her black swimsuit, and her Greek proportions. I have to slow down because she's slow, not that I'm a pro, but I already do 2000m per hour, and I'm satisfied. Plus, she does weird things, swimming backward like a butterfly stroke, something that doesn't exist but it's so cute to see...