Help her, of course!

There wasn’t any way that wasn’t going to tempt you. But in the odd case she also knew that and was using it, you at least had the ability to guilt her into letting you off free more often. “Which way are you parked?” You said. You noticed the edge of her lip curl up a little, not into much of a smile, but you were sure she was trying her best under the stress. Lord knows you’ve been there more than enough times to know.

“That’s where you get to work for the money.” The smile disappears. She points to the near opposite end of the pool. Looking that way, you think you can see her car. “For the record, the manager… blonde hair, red swimsuit, gray t-shirt.” You take a long look around the pool. Unfortunately, you can’t see this mystery woman. That’ll only make your job that much harder.

“You’d better elaborate on that story when we’re through with this.” You say.

“All part of the deal. Are we moving?”

“I can’t see her. That might make things harder.”

“Hmmmm.” You can see her really trying to think. Clearly, walking around hoping not to be found isn’t an ideal way of doing this for her. “You have a towel, right?”

“Even if you covered yourself up, I think she’d still recognize that hair color.”

“That wasn’t quite what I had in mind….”