Poolside Predicaments

Just then, a young blonde woman sauntered up to their loungers, bit her finger playfully, and flashed Peter a smile.

"Hey there, handsome! You've got a smokin' hot body; why don't you come over here so I can get a better look?" Walter's deep male voice carried his words, ruining the moment. Peter shot him an angry glance, and the blonde woman raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Walter said with a wave of his hand. "If you're not into these..." he gestured to his chest, "...then how about you borrow my boy's package? He'll knock your socks off; you'll be singing 'Hallelujah' in no time." He grinned as she rolled her eyes and flipped him the bird before walking away.

"Way to go, Dad," Peter muttered, standing up. "You've really outdone yourself this time. I could've had that in the bag, but no, you had to blow it with your stupid deep voice."