Ralph had been sipping a Bloody Mary and chewing on a cigar, feet up on a chaise lounge enjoying the sunshine. The paunch belly hung apron-like over the drawstring swimming trunks showing off his bandy legs, while beside him Josh's well muscled, firm body, golden from the sun and looking ready to spring sat on the edge of his chair. The women hadn't heard the heated words spewing from his anger twisted mouth as he threatened his boss with everything from resignation to libel suits if the incriminating photographs weren't turned over immediately.
"Damn it, I mean it Ralph!" he'd threatened while the other regarded him with calm amusement.
Ralph chomped contentedly on his cigar, turning a deaf ear to his ace car salesman. "You can trust me, Joshie-boy," he assuaged. "You'll get the picture
