She had not changed clothes, but held a beach bag beneath her right arm. She still looked nervous, but also a little excited as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
I led the three lovely ladies into my home and gave them a quick tour. I was a little embarrassed when I realized that the beach towels I had washed over the weekend were still sitting in the dryer. That actually seemed to relax Doctor Hill. I guess it made me seem more human to her—more relatable. I led them out to the pool deck and skimmed the pool while they draped their towels over the backs of the lounge chairs.
Trina shed her t-shirt and walked to the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
"It's warmer than I expected," she said, "This is going to feel so nice."
"Where should I change?" Doctor Hill asked
