ABSTRACT
Annabella and I sat together one morning in a café along the southern beach road. A tall, athletic, fair-skinned young woman in her mid-twenties, Annabella was on a two-week holiday from Canada to visit a Canadian friend. A truck drove past us carrying a group of men, construction workers on their way to a job site, standing on the flatbed with their bare torsos exposed. Annabella gave a long look at the truckload of semi-naked men until they disappeared from view. She turned to me and grinned widely, exclaiming, “These guys are so hot!”
