The lake

Samson and Gray set out towards the shore of the big lake in the park. Samson felt like he could use a little sunshine and a chance to relax. Gray knew that a sunny day like this was hotties-in-bikini weather. It was Gray's worldview that proved most compelline whent hey spied a young blonde standing near a pleasure boat tied to the shore.

"Excuse me," said Samson, "Could you point me to the marina?"

"Da," the young woman said before correcting herself, "Yes, boats are there."

She was pointing around the bend. Samson was about to set off when Gray spoke up.

You're just going to ignore a fresh piece of meat like that? Jeez, and a blonde too.

Feeling a little peer pressured, Samson decided to at least ask.

"Are you waiting on someone? That's a big boat for just one little lady," he asked her.

"Oh, no," she said, "I wait for my boyfriend."

Her eager smile and quick tugs on both pigtails belied her statement.

"Well, then," Samson said, "Good luck with that."

Her smile faltered.

"Would you like stay until come?" she said.

Oh, I do love a language gap for double entendres, Gray snorted.

"Umm, sure," Samson said, "I'd love to..."

"Nancy," she took the opportunity to introduce herself.