The Pit Summers Interracial Pool: Party Oil It Up

Until Leona “Lee” Cross and Benny Morelli decided to break it.

He came down. And The Pit, for one afternoon, was just a pool. No sides. No history. Just oil-slick skin and cold drinks and the sound of people who’d finally learned to swim in the same water. the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up

“You got any of that rosé left?” he asked. Until Leona “Lee” Cross and Benny Morelli decided

Lee had inherited her grandmother’s house on the ridge overlooking The Pit. Benny ran the auto shop on the main drag. They’d met when she brought in a rusted-out ‘72 Cutlass, and he’d spent three hours lying under it, not because the transmission needed fixing, but because he couldn’t stop watching the way she chewed her thumbnail while reading the estimate. for one afternoon