Dione's Talent, 2 of 6.

                The next day was bright and sunny and after breakfast, Dione went out into the yard.   She walked briskly out onto the patio, and her eyes bulged when she saw the large swimming pool.  Slowly, she walked up to it as Marie joined her.  The pool was rectangular and deep.  She saw Colleen moving erratically about near the bottom and stepped backward fast.

                "You don't have to be afraid, Dione.  Colleen is only doing her aquatic exercises.  She's always in this pool.  I just wish I could get her to do some work in the house for once."

                Dione silently watched her twist and turn about.  She extended her limbs slowly, and bringing them together, did a somersault.  Swimming along the bottom from the other side, she spun herself around like a torpedo and effortlessly let her body glide through the clear blue water.

                "She's a good swimmer."

                "Oh, yes!  She has won quite a number of awards and trophies."

                "How many?"

                "I don't exactly know," Marie replied.  "You'd have to ask her.  Right now, I've got some dusting to do inside.  You must excuse me, but I must go.  You can continue watching her if you want."

                She watched on as Marie departed.  She raised her dress a little, and putting her foot in the water, she found it was rather cold but refreshing.  She could barely stand the sight of Colleen enjoying the water so much and wished much that she could use the pool also.  

                Colleen did a couple of slow tumbles and ran her fingers through her long dark hair suspended in the water all about her head.  She was immersed in the soothing blue tranquility, and the weightlessness put her mind at ease.  Her lovely body hung in the water, and cupping her hands against her firm breasts and extending her legs, she began expelling air from her nose steadily and slowly, to relieve the tightness in her chest.  She was wearing green-tinted goggles and clearly watched her gleaming bubbles emerge from her nostrils and rise to the surface.  It was then when she saw Dione and ascended.  

                The young girl backed away again as Colleen broke the surface.  She hung on the side of the pool next and said, "You don't have to be afraid.  I won't bite."

                She remained silent, staring at her.  The skilled swimmer was wearing a shiny black bikini sexy in it.  Colleen was a young woman of twenty years in age; her sister Marsha was twenty-two and always concerned about her beauty.  On the other hand, Bonnie was almost seventeen but very tall for her age.  All of the girls were beautiful but a long way from perfect in personality.

                Colleen removed her swim goggles and smiled at her.  "Did you want something?"

                "Well, I -- "

                "You want to come in the pool?"

                "I'm not much of a swimmer, but I wasn't in a pool before -- not like this anyway."

                "Oh, do come in!  The water's fine once you get used to it.  You'll like it, and I'll even show you a few tricks," she ecstatically replied.

                "Well, I suppose I could," she said with some hesitation.  "What's that stuff?"

                "That is my diving gear.  I frequently use it when I get tired of coming up for air when I exercise, and it's quite handy."

                "You mean you can breathe underwater with that?"

                "Why of coarse!" she laughed.  "I thought you would surely know that."  

                "How does it work?"

                "Get your bathing suit on, and I'll show you.  You'll like it!"

                "Dione spoke hesitantly, but her enthusiasm showed when she ran back into the mansion.  On her way to her room, she ran into Bonnie.  She quickly apologized but was pushed to the floor by her in response.  "Next time, you'll watch where you're going, shrimp!"

                Giving her a mean look, she got back to her feet.  Bonnie casually strolled down the corridor and simply ignored the incident afterward.  Being much younger, Dione took it harder.  In her room, tears flowed from her eyes; she felt angry with intent to get even.

                Bonnie walked upstairs into Marsha's room and conversed with her.  She was standing in front of her wall mirror, studying her face for any flaws, and saw her enter the room.

                "How are you today, Bonnie?"

                "Good.  Perfect until awhile ago," she sharply said.  "That little Dione bumped into me and broke one of my nails.  I don't know why her parents couldn't have took her with them on their vacation."

                "I guess we'll just have to put up with her.  She won't be here forever," Marsha replied.

                "Yeah, but she is such a nuisance, and I don't like her.  She's so . . . dumb!"

                "Just ignore her, Bonnie.  I'm not going to make her our special guest here either.  Trust me!  She won't be any problem."

                "Yeah, sure."

                Dione was outside with her swimsuit on shortly.  Colleen welcomed her.  "Come here!  I'll show you how it works."

                She remained somewhat apprehensive.  "I'll go here first.  I have to get used to the water."

                She jumped into the shallow end where the water was four feet deep holding her nose, and surfaced shivering.  Colleen quickly joined her and said, "Don't just stand there!  You have to do bobs up and down and move around."

                They did bobs together then.  Colleen often pushed her under against her will, showing her how to do them the hard way, and was amazed at how buoyant her body was.  She did somersaults and underwater twists and turns, as Dione watched.  She, in turn, was fascinated at Colleen's agility but greatly disliked being dunked or held under by her.  Overall, Colleen was having much more fun than she was.  

                A few minutes later, Colleen was back at the deep end of the pool.  She donned the tank and a mask and the rest of the gear.  Dione got out of the water  and immediately began shivering, and Colleen, clinging to the edge of the pool, rather easily persuaded her to join her.  

                The young girl slowly got in the water again beside her and firmly held onto the side of the pool as Colleen put her goggles around her head.  The eye cups were a little large for her, and she had to tighten the strap and press them against her face until they were very snug and uncomfortable.  When she appeared ready, Colleen smiled at her and said, "You look a little fishy, but I think you'll pass.  Now, I want you to come down to the bottom just like I showed you before.  You can use your arms to help you but most important, you must relax."

                Dione nodded affirmatively, and Colleen went under to the bottom fifteen feet down and watched her.  After nearly half a minute, she did as told.  She took a deep breath of air and laboriously descended.  As her body slowly went down, she looked up and watched her air noisily bubble from her nostrils and rise upward.  When her lungs were nearly empty, she stopped exhaling and turned toward Colleen, now at the center of the pool, and moved toward her.  Dione's chest felt tight, and her ears and sinuses ached from the water pressure.  However, she continued to stay under and go to her when she saw her waving at her to come forward, deeper.

                Colleen saw her face distort, as she resisted the pain and struggled toward her.  She opened her mouth and expelled another large bubble of air.  Despite her continued waving, she decided to surface then but was pulled back down seconds later.  She grunted and struggled briefly but was soon overpowered by the stronger woman.  Colleen stuck the mouthpiece of the regulator into Dione's agape mouth, and fresh air was forced into her lungs.  Her chest expanded, and her small shapely body buoyed upward again.  She looked at the shivering girl and smiled in a sly manner, moving her head back and forth.

                Dione felt humiliated and angry again at her.  As she was listening to her breathing, Colleen abruptly pulled the regulator from her mouth while she was exhaling.  She tried to ascend then, but Colleen held her down.   She panicked next and quickly began struggling to get free.  Air rapidly bubbled from her nostrils, and she gulped water.  Only when she raked her fingernails across her chest was she able to get free.  For that act, she was pulled down again.  She opened her eyes wide and uttered a short cry with her remaining air.

                Colleen released her and watched her struggle to the surface.  She took in water as she did and broke the surface coughing and gasping for air.  She kicked laboriously to the side of the pool and climbed out of the water fast as Colleen surfaced.  She threw the goggles at her and screamed, "I hate you!"

                "Big deal!  What are you going to do about it, little baby?"

                Dione gave her an angry look and ran back in the house sobbing.  Colleen laughed and merely continued swimming after removing her gear.  She thought of the younger girl as weak and sensitive, without hope of a promising future.  Within a few minutes, she disregarded the incident altogether, amidst the soothing weightlessness.

                The weeping girl unluckily ran into Marsha and got her gown wet and smeared her make-up.  She inhaled loud and deep as anger flared inside her; she slapped and cruelly scolded her.  The tall lean girl acted very elite and was extremely concerned about her make-up and appearance.  She remained thus indifferent toward Dione from that time on.  

                Dione continued to make the three girls envious of her over the next three days by doing more work about the house than they did, pleasing their parents, not wasting any food, being at meals on time, and not doing any mischief.  By the end of the third day of her stay, the girls were almost constantly aggravating her with each encounter, calling her bad names, keeping her awake more at night, or totally ignoring her when the family was together.  It was only a matter of time by then that more serious matters involving her would arise.  

Continued to Pt. 3.