June 14, 2013 – 11 Am Friday - Malibu
"*whistle* *whistle*"
Bruce, a bald man in his 50s, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, happily trots barefoot by the beach in a bright and hot California morning. Unlike other rich folks of his age, Bruce is spry and in good health.
"Hey there." He suddenly sits on the sand, beside three young bikini-clad women lying on their own beach mats, peacefully bathing in the sun.
"Hey." The brown- haired lady lying nearest Bruce, politely responds as she scans him through her sunglasses.
"Nice day, huh?" The man starts small talk.
"…" The ladies quickly catch on the man's intentions.
"Yeah. Are you from around here?" the brunette in the group ask.
"Yeah. I've got a new place over there." Bruce points over his shoulder.
"…" The ladies look at the direction of a group of fancy beach houses, all in modern design, all having at least two floors.
"Oh? Which one?" The blonde asks.
