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rise up to tickle my feet.
    I must have sat there in my own bubble of serenity for several minutes before I realized that every female’s eyes were glued to something on my right. Women and even younger teens were angling their bodies to show off their assets. Every male took a defensive pose around their girlfriends or wives, strutting like peacocks in a vague attempt to keep their lover’s attention.
    Without coherently realizing what I was doing, I found myself following the gaze of all the others, and there they were. Of course that’s what all the fuss was about: the lifeguards.
    There were three of them. The must have been related because all three of the gorgeous boys had the same shimmering tan skin, dark hair, and perfect figures. Each strand of their glittering black hair glistened in the sun, and all three of their perfect faces were indescribably breathtaking except their eyes were hidden from view with dark sunglasses. It didn’t seem fair that the three of them should be that handsome at the same place. Every other man on the beach paled horrifically next to them.
    A huge rock began to sink further and further into the pit of my stomach. Not just because of their beauty, though that certainly didn’t hurt, but because of a very eerie sensation that I had met them somewhere before. It seemed both a long time ago, and not that far off. There was a haze on my brain that I couldn’t shake off when I looked at them. I started to become very frustrated with trying to figure out what social event my mother might have dragged me along to that I could have met them. That was probably only wishful thinking.
    The lifeguard that seemed most familiar to me was sitting up high on one of those special lifeguard chairs. He was staring ahead at the beach constantly moving his head very slowly, scanning the troublesome water. Something inside of me screamed that it wanted me to run up and throw my arms around him. I don’t ever remember feeling this way about anyone before, but there it was like I had always known it, without any real proof that it had ever existed. The dark haze muddled my brain again. I was starting to get a throbbing headache.
    The other two boys were leaning against the stilts of the chair, their graceful bodies poised like figurines. Any supermodel would have felt self-conscious near them, much less us mundane people. We never had a shot. None of the three seemed to notice their audience. Or maybe they just didn’t care.
    I wanted to stop staring at them, to desperately stop trying to recognize them, to put a name with the faces. I couldn’t.
    The one nearest me shifted his stance. His neck arched smoothly from side to side, this time dancing over the gawkers on the beach. I could almost feel his eyes moving slowly, analyzing everything, but the dark tinted sunglasses wouldn’t allow me to prove that I was right.
    Finally his head tilted to my direction. He stopped dead.
    I felt his eyes lock on to mine. His hands clasped together over his mouth in what I could only guess to resemble shock. His muscular chest began heaving up and down as if he were panting. I unconsciously felt my hand entwine in my hair. The lifeguard’s abrupt change in attitude left me very uneasy.
    In a futile attempt to unlock my eyes from his I dug my feet deeper and deeper into the sand while the huge rock in my stomach sank down into my toes. The other lifeguard leaning against the stilts must have found something amusing. He turned to point something out to his sibling but stopped once he realized some thing was wrong. He followed the other’s gaze and froze when he saw me. Finally they released me from their penetrating stares.
    Is there something wrong with me? Was I sitting in some kind of no sit zone? I frantically looked around for signs, for some answer to the unusual behavior. I definitely wasn’t dressed indecently compared to most of the other women on the beach.
    I turned my head as far from them as possible