Tom finished his beer, the last one he'd have for a while.  He liked the beverage well enough, but he had the idea that not getting drunk would be a good thing, as he liked to keep his mind clear.  Second of all, they had a limited amount, and he wanted to keep their supplies going as long as possible.  Finding the trash can, he deposited the can into it, and went out to his truck to get his bag.<br/><br/>When Tom returned, he found his room, the last of the three, and the only one that wasn't unclaimed.  In it was a simple dresser and a simple wood-frame bed, one with a headboard made of spaced slats.  What Tom liked about the bed the most was, it was wide, giving him room to stretch out as he slept.  Setting his bag on the bed, he pulled out his swimsuit, a simple pair of black trunks, and a towel.  Soon, he was changed and heading down to the pool.<br/><br/>Tom arrived at the pool, and when he entered, he took a moment fo figure out when end was the deep one.  When he found it, he walked over, stood on the edge, and pulled a power-dive into the water, letting himself drift under the water's surface for a long few moments before he came up for air.<br/><br/>"Oh, damn!"  He called out, after he came up.  "That's just what the doctor ordered!"