All Write, Already!

John had his best moments here at the lake. It was a beautifully hot summer day and he'd stripped out of his clothes and left them lying on the bank beside the Oak tree. He relaxed and closed his eyes as he swam slowly around the water on his back. Putting all thoughts of work far from his mind he concentrated on his languid kicks. The warm water was especially soothing on his overworked arms and legs. Throwing sacks of concrete around a dirt yard was tiring and sweaty work. He started for the tree where his clothes lay and thought he caught a glimpse of someone moving. He had, someone had stolen his damn pants!