The Widow's Mite

"The deep male voice had come from over her shoulder.
Lucy jumped up and turned defensively. Proctor, with a big grin on his face, and wearing nothing else than a pair of very short shorts. The man you could love to hate, she told herself as she mustered a glare, hoping to zap him with a Supergirl beam from her green eyes.
Unfortunately he never looked up that high. He seemed to be mesmerised by the sliding top of her old-fashioned bathing-suit. Lucy's attempt to readjust it only made it worse..."