I know there are some who would scoff at dwelling on the superficial feelings of our attraction, but it's tough having to always bottle up the raw, physical aspect of our love. Pools are basically non-nude strip clubs for pedophiles. You just have to try not to be too obvious. I wonder what it would be like to be a teleiophile, and be able to openly admire the bodies of the people you're attracted to. Even flirt with and pay off for the pleasure of their company, without always having to disguise it under nobler intentions. Keeping that stuff buried definitely takes a toll. But I can't believe there are places where you can pay a small fee for entry and get to watch girls of all ages, shapes, and sizes (from the preteen hardbodies with eight packs who probably do gymnastics or cheer, to the teenagers that are beginning to develop in all the right places), prancing about half naked and dripping wet. Knock on wood. If I die of overstimulation, just scatter my ashes poolside and I'll be content to watch the show for the rest of eternity.