Finally, Arnold made his presence known. He stepped out of the shadows, and two rows of bodyguards followed behind him. Leslie was lying on the deck chair at the time, and when she saw him, she began to tremble. He looked angrier than she had ever seen him.
A dozen would-be suiters were hovering around Leslie in their speedos, and when they saw Arnold approach, masks of fear appeared on their faces.
Arnold glared at Leslie. "What's all this about?" he snarled. "Who are these people?"
"I told you." Leslie shrugged and said, "They are my suitors. May the best man win."
When the men heard this, they looked at Arnold. They were used to getting what they wanted, and they weren't accustomed to backing down. Thus, in a situation like this, they didn't know what to do.
"Don't be frightened b
