It took the men a few minutes to notice Julia, but when they did their eyes almost bulged out of their heads.  They all held different jobs, but liked to gather and swap stories of their conquests and adventures.  The picnic table they had chosen, located on the edge of a park, and next to a lake, was out of the way enough that they didn't have to worry about the cops hassling them about their beer, but near enough the stores and bars that they didn't need to walk far to get there.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey honey.  You lost?"</strong>Jessie Adelson called as he took in Julia's clothes.  He was a man in his early thirties, his blonde hair receding.  He was well muscled, but not a weight lifter.  A nasty scar marred his cheek, left there by a broken bottle.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't think she is lost, but her clothes sure were!"</strong>Cody Kroll answered with a grin as he jumped to his feet and gulped the last of his beer.  He was younger, late twenties, and had a pair of tear-drop tattoos coming from beside his right eye.  He was five feet nine inches tall, stocky and well built with a clean shaven head.<br/><br/>The other men, Julia counted five in all, had climbed to their feet as well, and were all inspecting Julia with hungry eyes as they spread out slightly.<br/><br/><strong>"Anything we can help you with?"</strong>One called, the leer he was throwing her making the intent of his statement clear.<br/><strong><br/>"Why don't you show us what you're hiding under that skirt?!"</strong>A second added.