Bobby stifles a sleepy yawn, and watches the goings on in silently for several minutes. Finally forcing himself to stand, he shuffles outside to the pool, pulling off his red polo and stepping out of his sandals. Shucking off his khaki shorts in a few short moves, Bobby saunters to the edge of the pool, his clothes left in a pile by a lounger. Now wearing only his tight, black speedo Bobby steps off the side of the pool and plunges to the bottom, lingering there for a as long as he can before coming up for air. He brushes his wet hair from his face and treads water in the center of the pool.