I was just about to say something just when you interrupted. Now, I don't know if I can," Pat scolded."When Pat and I were at lunch today we were talk...ng about us swimming nude last night. We thought that it would be nice if all four of us could go swimming in the nude together tonight," Maggie blurted out."That's what you want to ask? Just that?" Charlie asked."That's it," Pat said."That's a big step." Fred cautioned. "We have to think this over." He casually topped of the women's wine. The three of us were seated in an enclosed area in the back of the store which was formerly the studio. Now, it functioned as a break room.Hilda Rosales, in her early fifties, was a young-at-heart widow who could have passed for ten years younger. She had a slender figure and a rich copper-colored complexion. Born in the Mexican state of Sonora, she'd emigrated north of the border as a child. Her late husband, Edgardo, had suffered a fatal heart attack five years previously. Prior to Edgardo's. She fell into me, pressing her body into mine, her arms locked around my neck in a death grip.I peeled her off of me long enough to pick up my briefcase and toss it back onto the front seat and then I scooped Angel up in my arms and carried her into the house.I set her down in the foyer and tried to calm her enough to talk. She was shivering uncontrollably and I knew I needed to get her dried off. I stepped into the bathroom off the foyer to grab a towel and when I got back she was slumped. Allan nod in the direction of Beth. Is she a hottie or what? Yes she is responds, Angel. Think I am going to give her a shot says Allan. He slides off of his stool and walks over to where Beth is sitting. Of course he doesn’t ask to join her. Instead he asks if she wants the Latino to be the one she teases tonight. Saying yes, she shakes her head no for the mark to think that Allan is striking out. Allan returns to the bar. Fucking bitch he says to Angel. Angel tries to defend the woman. Maybe.