19: Float
The mattress float was bleeding air. Hiss. He took a swig from the beer bottle in his right hand. He opened his eyes when he felt himself being pulled to the edge of the pool. "Shit, again. What is it? I left you in charge," said the King.
"This memo, what does it mean?" The Princess held out a video tablet.
"Fuck the memo. I'm retired. Well, almost." He rolled off the float, stood in the pool and sighed. "Stop letting air out of my flotation device." He pulled the tablet to him, while she held it.