’ Oh, that name. Such melody. Diane, Diane. ‘She wore a pale blue dress, a denim coloured cotton, buttoned at the front from top to bottom. She ha... sandals and ankle socks … white. The dress was old, not tattered, but faded.’ She was so beautiful. ‘She laughed at us, a teasing snigger. ‘Where are your clothes, lads?’ ‘It was instinctive to look to the spot on the grass where we’d left two bundles of clothing. They’d gone. ‘Steve was the first to respond, he waded through the water, but skidded. I took her in for a moment and when she glanced at me, she knew I had been checking her out. I poured her glass. We made small talk. Her motions, while talking and listening, became more obvious and she became more flirtatious. Fucking Jennifer was something that I hadn’t ever thought about but I was definitely thinking about it that day. The best part was, I knew she was thinking about it too. I poured her second glass without her asking and she said, “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I. As soon as I stepped in a voice behind me said "You ran away" I started and then saw it was him. "Yeah, I freaked, sorry" I apologized. "Don't do that again" he said "Come on" He led me to the same room we were in before and closed the door. I really wanted to know his name so I lied and said " My name is Mike" without hesitation he said "Mine is Dennis, but you can call me sir" I waited to see if he was k**ding but could tell he wasn't. "Put your change in the machine" he said "then get those. That line was planned in advance and I was definitely pretending not to know her identity. I did my best to look non-threatening and sexy. She decided in that instant--which she admitted later--that I looked safe and anonymous. If the circumstances allowed it...and if discretion were possible, she wouldn't mind fucking my brains out."Why did you say there is a God?" she asked, wondering if I might know her husband.I saw you in the boarding area, I said. "I travel for a living and always dream.