Today, Helen still felt the discord of 'The Schellen Problem', and her attention wandered between her book and the scene around her. She watched as a ...air of young people walked naked, hand in hand, down the edge of the tide mark. When a shadow crossed her, she looked up. A tall, blonde, young woman stood beside her lounge."Pardon, Madame, may I give you this?" She extended a small brochure.Helen blinked and looked at the woman again. She swung her legs off the lounge and stood up, rather. Can I confess something to you? God, I hope my mother doesn't find this before I can mail it. Sometimes, at night, I lie awake and remember how you touch me. I just can't help it, because I know my memories are all I have until you come home. Some nights I just can't sleep, and I run my fingers slowly up and down my thighs, across my tummy, and around my boobs, trying to tease myself the same way you like to tease me. My boobs especially are so tender and achy from wanting to feel your lips on. She laughed again at herself realizing she was taken with Ben like her first boyfriend. She was happy inside thinking about him. She played the message over and over fascinated that he wound up with her business card. She hadn’t put it in the money and couldn’t figure out how it wound up in between the folded bills. She thought about her need to get away and why. ‘I felt comfortable and safe with him but I ran away scared.’ She thought. “Am I so afraid?”, she asked aloud. She laid down. “Boudi, amar sona, amake diye guud mariye aram pachho?”“oohh…aaaah bhison aram hochhe re hatabhaga, amar guuder raja. Aaaah…. Haan……haan, phatiye ….amar guudta…….aajke…….tor……..barar……..guto…….mere……..mere. Amake aaj guud marte marte mere phel … oui maa….. Ami more jete chaee.”“boudi amar prize kobe debe?” “…aaah….. Oooh…. Jakhon ichche niye ne. Oooh bol …aaah … kee chai tor?”“boudi, ami tomar ponder phuto te amar bara dhokate chaeeeee. Ami tomar ei sundor ta marte chaeeeee.”“naaaa…….baba.