Truth is hard to find.
When I was 18, I worked as a lifeguard at the apartment complex where my family and I had just moved to upon it's completion that Spring. It was quite a summer as many of the new tenants were young adults, or parents thereof.
Being a lifeguard at Elkridge was actually a rough job. With a date every night that kept me out until 2AM at least; and having to be poolside by 10AM, it left me exhausted much of the day.
On one day, later in the summer, I was watching a little boy about two playing with a big red rubber ball underneath my lifeguard stand. When it went into the pool, he reached in with both hands to try and retrieve it. I watched quietly prepared to jump in beside him and lift him onto the side from which he had reached too far. I don't think he had hit the water when I jumped in beside him and lifted Bucky out onto the concrete border of the pool. He was all wet, probably for the first time, and just stared at me before he went back to his game. Next thing I knew his mother was running over having heard what happened. She had been seated in a chaise at the other end of the pool talking with her friends. She picked up her son, and kissed my cheek.
To skip to the afterwards, the boy's mother rewarded me with a great handjob in the pump room under the clubhouse just as the sun was setting at closing time a day later.