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Suddenly, a pair of strong, manly arms wrapped around Emmalee's legs, followed by a blurred shout of 'KICK UP!' as her savior began to push upwards towards the air. It was odd to see a girl wearing glasses underwater. What was even worse was her bathing suit: it was a girly pink, and it covered most of her body except the arms and a bit of the upper back where she probably slipped into. To put it simply, it was like she wasn't wearing a thing. Dirty thoughts raced through the slacker's mind as he imagined the girl's gratitude for being saved would be sexual.

"Yeah, Right" He Thought to himself. "I need to get my head out the gutter. Like hell she'd feel that way..."

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They rose up to the surface, where a deep breath upon meeting a breeze of wind occurred, as the thankful Jack swam them over to the see and laid Emmalee down, biting his lip and wondering whether or not he had to use 'the kiss of life.'

Because if he did, odds are he would have turned it into 'the process of making life,' and knocked her up.