"So you're into DILFs now?"
Hermes blinked. He looked up at Somner, who was wearing an open pink Hawaiian shirt and holding a drink in a coconut shell.
"H-Huh? What do you mean?"
"Master, you're surrounded by beautiful shirtless young men in swimwear. Yet all you've been staring at is that wrinkly weirdo." Somner sat at the hammock beside him. "What's up with that?"
He was right. Hermes had been staring at Dante Quasar, who was sunbathing on the beach….
Naked.
Only a palm leaf covered his crotch. The eccentric old man said he did not like having tan lines, so he just took off his clothes in front of his employees and laid down on the sand.
The Yucatán police almost captured him and reminded him this was not a nude beach. But they immediately left as soon as he handed them a check worth 30,000 Mexican pesos each.
Somner sipped on his coconut. "I do admit, he does have a good body considering his age. But sunbathing would not be good for those warts and liver spots."
