”“Ah, don't pout, Nicky,” she gurgled, “I would love to munch on your giant salami!”“Now that's just rude,” Melanie giggled.“I'm in,�... declared Jake, “But I want my blowjob from Mel.”'Why, husband mine, I am hurt,” mocked his wife.“Nothing to do with quality, honey,” he rushed to explain as his face reddened again. “I just enjoy the variety.”“Just teasing, hubby,” Sue reassured him. “you should know I have no problem with you doing whatever you want with Mel.”“It's so nice to be appreciated,”. That makes me want to pee, but I’m not going to do it in the water. You whisper to me that you’re ready. We splash out of the water and scramble up the bank onto the grass. You turn towards me, and slip the right strap of your swimsuit off your shoulder, then the left one. One at a time, you wriggle your arms thorough until you are standing there with the straps hanging by your sides. Your swimsuit is tight, squashing your breasts flat against your chest, their perfect smooth curves marred only. .. it's your decision. Do what you think is right. I'll accept that, whatever you decide."She studied me for a while longer. We had finished the meal, and were waiting for the waiter to remove the plates. When he had done so and we had declined a dessert, she looked up at me."Alright. Let's do it. It beats the hell out of flying these days. As you said, it gives me three more days of vacation. Let's do it." Great! What time would you like me to pick you up in the morning? Eight o'clock too. I’m in your debt.”I walked over and took her hand. “No. You’re not. When you leave, you simply pack it in the cases I got you and walk away. No debt, no ties. Nothing owed.”She seemed a little put out.“The concert?” I prompted.“Well, I am dressed for it,” she said. “It would be a shame to waste the tickets...”Summer broke off, considering. She stepped to one side and looked at herself in the mirror, fussing with the mantilla, the shawl’s folds of pale, delicate lace patterns drifting down over.