It was the women's turn to swim over me.

He would either have to swim or climb over them.

"Do you want to swim over there and look for him?"

It would be faster just to swim over the reef.

I knew she'd never have the guts to swim over the reef.

Then suddenly, he swam over an open stretch free of the rocks.

He swam directly over it and lay motionless on the surface looking down.

She knew what had been in the victim's head, swimming over the pain.

And remember that you swim directly over the black line on the bottom, not between two lines.

"Looking ahead," he said tonight, "someone will swim over the top of me."