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Angela sat at home that night, listening to her parents bitch and moan about the slow vacation season. Her father criticized her for working at the retirement home, saying she didn't help out enough. Angela was tempted to point out a slow season didn't require extra hands and hers was the only job making consistent money. Dinner this evening was purchased with Angela's paycheck. 80% of her wages now went to her household. Her original budget called for only half per paycheck. But the family made nothing else.
They didn't know what she had in her bank account. She opened it yesterday at the local bank. In the past two days, she amassed over 600 dollars, cash. She had given the old guys a thrill and they paid handsomely for it. She wasn't going to lie, she liked it herself. It was both sexy and charitable at the same time. Maybe another opportunity would present itself today. Angela looked forward to work for the first time in a while.
The day was another scorcher. Morning rains dumped water on the ground, which was baked off the cement by the sun. The air was saturated and the humidity out of control. It would be an indoor day for the residents. The morning staff meeting confirmed as such. Residents, for their safety, should be kept in air condition or in the pool for the remainder of this heat wave. Most of them hadn't left the comforts of the common area yesterday and today would be hotter.
It was perfect for Angela, who was acclimatized to the heat. She sweated lightly but felt no serious negative risks being outdoors. Lunch came around and she decided to sneak out for some light tanning.
"Hey, Stephanie," she said to another maid, "I'm going to take an hour by the gulch, okay?"
Stephanie smiled, "You just happened to have brought your stuff, huh?"
Angela's nod brought a laugh from Stephanie. She waved Angela away, smiling.
"Take your time, hun, no one's going to miss you here."
Angela walked to her car, grabbed her bag and quickly headed towards the pool area. She couldn't dress in the small locker room because Marion was in charge today. She hung out in the office just outside the door and she would get suspicious with Angela heading in with a bag and leaving minutes later. Angela angled behind the shrubs and let herself out the back gate. She crossed the tee area of the first hole of the small golf course, walked down the winding steps, stepped through some vegetation, and came out on a small stretch of coarse, unattractive brown sand. One of the many lakes in the area lapped along the shore, though Angela would never go in that water.
This was one of the quietest places in Florida. No one brought boats to this side of the lake. She couldn't even hear engines or jetskis. The clients never came down here. It was a perfect getaway for an hour. Angela pulled her bathing suit out of the bag and laid the towel on the gritty beach. Although no one would ever find her, she wouldn't go nude sunbathing while on the clock. She pulled her dress over her head and folded it. She carefully put it in her bag to avoid wrinkles. She kicked off her shoes and socks, letting them fall where they may. She stepped out of her panties and into her blue bikini bottoms. Lastly, her bra came off. She took a second to enjoy the wash of the sunlight on her breasts before putting her top on. She spent a few minutes putting on sunscreen before laying back and soaking the rays.
This was life!
Ten wonderful minutes passed. A noise caught Angela's attention. She looked up, panicked. Had Marion found her? Shit! Excuses and words ran through her head before she heard a distinctively male cough. And a curse. She smiled.
Mr. Anders, the heaviest client they had, crossed the sand to where she was sitting. He was quiet, very polite, and 270 pounds at 5'10. The effort to get here must have been difficult. Sweat poured down his head and soaked his floral shirt.
"Young woman, I nearly fell going down those awful stairs. Is that plywood someone used for a handrail? It felt like it was going to snap at any second." He glared at the stairs for a second before directing his attention back to Angela. A gentle smile broke out on his face.
"How is the sunlight, my dear?" he asked.
"Perfect," she responded.
"You look like you may be getting too much of it. You might burn."
"Mmmmm?" she responded.
"I think you need more sunscreen. May I help?" Mr. Anders offered. He said nothing more, but simply held out a wad of cash. Angela smiled. Different men had different approaches. This one was to the point. He held five twenties. She took the money, put it in her purse, and leaned over to reach the bottle of sunscreen. She held it up to Mr. Anders.
The old man sighed heavily as he dropped to a knee. The effort was obvious. He took the bottle from her.
"Roll over," he said.
She rolled onto her stomach.
His arthritic hands fumbled at the knot at the back of her top. Angela reached behind her, undid the knot, and slid her top out from under her. Mr. Anders poured a generous amount of sunscreen on her back and worked it into her skin. He rubbed her shoulders, kneading the tight muscles. She wondered how he was able to do this with aching wrists. His hands worked down her back, moving along her spine, massaging small aches as he went lower. He came to the waistline of her bottoms and stopped. A line of sunscreen was poured along the back of her leg. Mr. Anders caressed her skin lightly, rubbing the sunscreen into one leg. Another line, another leg. She enjoyed his light touch and allowed her mind to float away.
