"All right. That's up to you. Least you can do is hang around and keep an eye out for things." She said with a shrug and walked off. There was a little changing room, and she did change there. But she also left her underwear on, just to help save him some form of issue. That and the bra helped keep the towel twisted around her, tucked partly under the strap.

Where ever the kid ended up, Clara didn't care at the moment. She sprayed off with some cold water, and walked over to the edge of the house pool size bath. Her head was trying to recall the history of these baths, while she sat on the edge. In truth she looked like she was sitting there in a black swim suit and a towel wrapped around her.