Stacy sat there and smiled, grateful for having someone to talk to.  She pondered the comment about the handsome men and beautiful women, unsure of how to interpret it.  She agreed that all the women she had met so far were very beautiful, but found it strange that was pointed out.  The pool did look nice, she thought.  Naively, she let it be and decided Marry was right - she needed to explore and put herself out there to meet the other occupants.<br/><br/>"You are right, I will check out the lounge," she smiled.  She would love to swim, but she would do so in one of the swimsuits she brought from home.  "Thanks for the advice," she smiled shyly.<br/><br/>Stacy pulled her feet out of the water and dried them off before putting her flats back on.  She felt awkward in her jeans and tee shirt, even considered changing, but decided against it.  Everyone else was dressed to kill, it seemed.   She walked across the pool area, and back into the house, looking for the lounge.<br/><br/>(To the lounge)