"He began again about where he'd left off, repeating a few measure he'd just played, then continuing. His body felt feverishly warm to Alice. He gave ...ff a faint scent of male sweat, which excited her. Her bare foot accidentally touched his under the piano and she let it remain in contact.The boy's playing started to sound jittery, no longer the flowing, lyrical melody and counterpoint he'd been coaxing from the piano a few moments ago. His breathing had changed too, had become louder and more. It is very remote and surrounded by forest, a lake some mountain range and a fake military base. Only one road in or out. There is no cell coverage (if you can think of plausible reason an entire town will not have cell phones or good internet access please let me know). Its pretty big and all the actors actually live there having fairly normal lives, well paid and with a chance of being called into a plotline. The citizens are by in large all horrible people and fantastic actors. No children. He sat down with his tea and i asked him if he wanted a better view of my tits 'what do you mean' he asked'while i was round yours last night you kept trying to look down my top , why you have a great looking wife with small firm tits why were you looking down my top at mine ?' i asked'sorry i couldn't help it yours look so great and they were right there in front of my face' he said'do you think your wife would mind ? if i spoke to her about it ?''please don't tell her i love her and don't. " She'd probably kill you," you say."Yes, but I'd die happy," I reply.The moon peeps over the horizon and I say, "Let's stop here." We spread the blanket on the sand and snuggle together on it. The sound of the surf echoes over the sand as we watch in silence.When the moon is above the water, you break the silence and say, "Can I ask you a question, Monique?" Of course, anything, Jenny," I reply.You pause before continuing. "Do you ever wish you were a woman?" you ask softly.The question takes.