How are you?" I asked. I was standing, awkwardly. She remained sitting, looking up at me, awkwardly."OK, I guess. In the circumstances... You know..."... suddenly thought, I had to get myself a drink, and get settled, sitting down, before we really could talk. "I see you've got yourself a glass of wine, do you want anything else?" No thank you." she said in a small voice, slightly rasping. Odd, I thought. Then I realised that her throat was dry and rough from too much crying. Good."Well, I'll get. ’ ‘That’s just being prudent,’ Keven said. ‘Gretchen was all worried that sex was out of the question,’ I continued. ‘Alice set her straight. As long as it’s not too rough, I can if I want to, thank God. I’m horny so much now.’ ‘Lucky Gretchen,’ Keven grinned. ‘Among others,’ I answered with a matching grin. ‘This is going to be an interesting cruise.’ Keven laughed. ‘That’s a hilarious story. You and Gretchen make quite a pair and you both seem really happy together. If you don’t mind my. Oh how wrong I was.My first solid indication that her flirting was not mere wordgames came on an early May night just before summer vacation. Roger called me up and told me that he, Fran and another couple, Candice and Bart, were going to take his truck to the drive-in to catch a movie. He wanted to know if I cared to go along."I don't think so." I told him. "I don't have a date or anything." So?" He'd enquired, giving no indication that his offer was simply for politeness sake only."Well," I. I positioned myself in the changing cubicle with the spy holes and stayed for the duration. I opened the door slightly to see who was entering the adjoining cubicle. My prey came towards the snare, she was in her late 30s. I had seen her earlier with her husband and young son. She was a typical housewife & mother, rather plain but not unattractive, slim with short dark hair, wearing a one piece swimsuit. She entered the cubicle and positioned herself in full view. The top aperture was level.