She still found women attractive, but her inability to do anything about it only added to her frustration.She walked out onto State Street and turned ...orth towards the Gold Coast. Her wife and daughter, flush with insurance money, had moved into a smart new townhouse, and Pat had a few minutes before her shift to try to catch a glimpse of them. Although she had fantasized about it many times, she had no intention of coming back from the dead. Better they remember Patrick Summers as he. The tavern wench was older than my grandmother, and I was ready to find a space in the stable for my bedroll when I overheard some interesting conversation. I bought a pitcher of beer and pulled my chair around to the table behind me."Drink, men?" I asked, showing my best smile. The pitcher came back to me empty and I hoisted it and asked for a refill. "Heard you talking about some action," I said, "Someone counting dead Germans?" Who the hell are you?" asked the farmer on my right."Man looking. “Hey there!” he suddenly said, looking over to catch me staring.“Oh, hi!”. I replied blushing red with embarrassment…“I am just about done on here. Would you like to take a swim?”He asked in a friendly tone. I was caught off guard; but did not want to turn down a chance to see more of his gorgeous muscular body.“Sure, I would like to cool down before walking home.” I replied.He disappeared into the men’s locker room. I ran into the women’s locker room and then I discovered I had left my bathing. There was a white van with ‘Matt’s Plumbing’ painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside. Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. ‘Hi dear,’ She waved at him. He looked up and smiled. ‘Hello, I was beginning to worry.’ ‘Right,’ Sarcasm filled her voice. ‘You look terribly worried sitting there with your feet propped up looking at half naked men and women.’ Kurt knew that.