Johanna raised her hands as if to say, 'no, that's quite all right,' took an uneasy step back, and looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
"No, not here." She laughed. "Maybe later, Jack! I dunno!"
She shook her head and mock-glared, then padded over to a chair to drop off her stuff. Her back to the hot tub, she pulled the cover-up over her head, folded it neatly, and set it aside on a lounge chair along with her bag and towel. She was thin. Her stomach was perfectly flat. Obscenely flat. She was one of those freaks of nature with such a high metabolism that she seemed to retain no fat at all, even though she ate normally and exercised minimally.