The Pool: Jacob Foster and Daughter

Meanwhile, back on the chair Jay had hastily abandoned, a new person had arrived, one dressed in an orange sling bikini. It was none other than Jacob Foster, the 60-year old preacher of the downtown Baptist church. He looked down, appalled at what he was wearing, then looked up at everyone around him and was appalled by what *they* were wearing as well ... and also by what they were *doing*. "Such disgusting behavior," he muttered, watching an Irishman having sex with two Irishwomen just fifteen feet or so from a trio of children. Jacob stood up from the chair and marched over to the Irish trio, yelling "Stop that at once! There are children present! Have you no decency?!" Behind him, there was a flash of light, and when the light was gone, there was another new person sitting in the lounge chair that Jacob had left. Unlike Jacob, this person was female and was wearing a pair of male swimming trunks. But like Jacob, the person's swimwear was colored orange. As it turned out, the newcomer was Jacob's own daughter Mary, who was as devout a Baptist as her father.