Jack of Harts

Rosalie and Rosalind took to water like an Arnami. Not joking. They could do everything but breathe underwater, and they had some of the healthiest lungs I ever imagined on a pair of girls. I’m serious here. They could hold their breath for minutes without even trying. We swam together all over the lakes and rivers of Northern Minnesota, and went to the Arnami towns at the bottoms of most of those bodies of water. It’s a different world down there, with the water all around you, supporting you and keeping gravity at bay, and I can see why the Arnam love it so much. Rosalie and Rosalind loved it too. There were no vacationers down there. No one ogling them or trying to get in their pants. The Arnam truly are Alien in that way, and those two girls loved to go down and just relax with them. And I joined them every chance I got.