It was Richard. "Well, good morning!" he said a little too loudly. He had his white towel wrapped around his waist and was wearing flip-flops, circling around to her front.

"Hi, Richard." Danielle didn't get up, but rather lay back on her chair and stretched her sexy, over-the-arms stretch. She drew her long, lithe body out as far as she could, then relaxed. "How are you?"

Richard walked up and scooted another lounge chair about three feet away and a couple of feet down from Danielle's.

"I'm doing great! Yesterday's pool workout made me feel a lot better. Got a good night's sleep." Danielle thought Richard's spirits seemed pretty high....