He's pretty sure Mrs. Adams is flirting with him

Matt checked the chemicals and then skimmed the pool.

With the hot California sun, he stripped off his shirt. A week of pushups hadn't magically transformed him into Arnold Schwarzenegger but it had made a difference. That and him never getting enough to eat, of course.

A couple of minutes later, Mrs. Adams appeared in a sexy black bikini. She started applying suntan oil then looked over to him. "Say, Matt. Would you mind giving me a hand here?"

"Sure, Mrs. Adams." He took the oil from her and watched as she untied the bikini top to leave her back open to his touch.

He poured out a dollop and began rubbing it into her back.

Mrs. Adams responded by purring. "You have such strong hands, Matt."

"Thanks, Mrs. Adams."

"I think perhaps, given the situation, you should call me Tiffany."

"Of course, Tiffany."

The magic moment, if that's what it was, was broken by Tanya's arrival.

"Mom. What the hell?"

"Hi Tanya. {if Mrs. Adams=0}Do you know Matt. He's helping us with the pool.{else}It's just Matt, Tanya. I ran into him hitchhiking. It would have been nice if you'd offered to drive him."{endif}

"And that's why he has his hands all over you?"

"Listen, young lady. Matt was nice enough to help me out when I asked him."

"Looks to me like he was helping himself out." She glared at the ridge in Matt's jeans.

"Don't be vulgar. If you're nice to him, he may just rub some oil into your back, too. He has such nice strong hands you'll love it."

"Ohmigod, mom. He's nerdy Matt. No way am I letting him put his gross hands on my body."

"Suit yourself but you're definitely missing out."