Our boat was anchored up on the docks of a small, picturesque town, wedged between near vertical coastal cliffs. The houses were all white chalked, an... the occasional lantern lights shone like lonely balls between pitch black streets. Young couples were strolling through the narrow, cobbled streets, on their way to the various restaurants by the shore. I looked at the pretty women, and in that moment I hoped that I could be in their place. The morning of his birthday, I awoke while he was. The dress went down to about mid-thigh and the three open buttons up on top showed more cleavage than she had ever shown before in public. When she arrived at the table she casually said, “I guess you’ve all noticed I removed my bra.” She handed it to me and asked me if I would reach over and put it in her handbag for her then looked at me as if she were gauging my reaction. I smiled and dropped her bra into her bag and then she asked me if it upset me that she had removed her bra. I told her. When it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor somewhere and kiss her. To press my nose into those gorgeous locks and smell her shampoo. To feel her hair flow like silk through my fingers. To. What's up baby I asked? She said I'll going out for a little while. OK I said. Then I added dressed like that? She said yes. Umm where are you going I stammered. She turned on the balls of her feet and started back inside and over her shoulder she said Coley's. I followed her in are said no you aren't. She picked up her purse and keys then said I'll bring proof home. And just like that she went out the door. I watched from the den window as she backed out the driveway and drove off. Wow I.