Mindy was tired of her husband. He was always at the firm. And when he was home, he was hardly ever firm. At 25, this was not the sort of life she had envisioned as a trophy wife. She wanted romance AND money. She had money but without romance, Mindy just didn't know what to do with herself.
So when Horatio started cleaning the pool, Mindy felt something start in her heart. Heart? I meant vagina. I meant she felt something tingle in her vagina. These are the things that women feel. She would watch, with hungry eyes and a bucket of fried chicken, as Horatio glistened in the hot son, his Latino Jerry Curl catching the light and reflecting Mindy's lust which then reflected off her greased fingers and into her heart.
My God, Mindy thought, I must have him. He might be gay; but he might not be. And Mindy had to find out.