A lingerie pic

I pull up the image of Victoria in black lingerie. It is risqué, but a very nice, professional photo.{if victoria_blackoutpics = true} The OTHER pictures would be hard to explain.{endif} I hesitate and look at Mindy. “I do have one, but it is...a boudoir photo.”

“Really?” Mindy’s eyes go wide. “Can I see?”

I turn the phone to her. She is silent for a while as her jaw slowly drops. She takes it from my hand without thinking about it. “Warren! She isn’t just attractive. She... is... GORGEOUS! Look at that—not an ounce of fat on her! And her outfit! Is she a supermodel?” Mindy looks at me, mouth still hanging open.

“Not as far as I know.”

She looks back to the picture.{if victoria_blackoutpics = true} I almost have a heart attack when{endif} Mindy moves to swipe to the next images, but freezes at the last second. She thinks better of it and hands the phone back. “Please tell me that six months ago she was an overweight, divorced mother that you started coaching.”

I shake my head. “She is a freak of nature. And impossible to deal with. You don’t want to be her, trust me.”

“Are all your dates that sexy?”

“There many kinds of sexy. That one in particular comes with a lot of baggage.”

Mindy’s teeth chatter as a wave of shivers rolls through her. The air conditioning has pulled the last of the residual heat from her wet clothes. I am feeling the chill, too. “That’s it for today! Lets hit the showers.”