As his thirty-five-year-old body sat alone in the warm caldron of the Jacuzzi, Tom realized just how long it had been since he had enjoyed the company of a woman. He wished he had taken a chance and invited Kathy up for a drink. It had been a busy week, and with the jets shooting warm water around his parts, he imagined her sitting naked across from him holding a glass of champagne while the upper swells of her breasts bobbed enticingly on the water’s surface. He pictured her rising from the water and turning her slim fanny toward him, playing out the scene in his mind.