"Ben?" He then asked. "What's this about lowering the light level?" Behind his portable A.V. panel Mr. Offer suddenly realized he was the one being ad...ressed."Huh?" He said looking at Wataru. "I thought Tony talked to you about that!" Now all heads turned toward the photographer, as if attached to the same string."Whoops!" Tony said, face reddening. "Guess I got a little distracted!" Uh huh." Michele smiled. "By what I wonder? Or should I say who?" Ok!" Wataru began tersely. "Now that we are. What was more interesting was that we were just outside of Busch Stadium, the home of the Cardinals, and if we looked north we could see the Gateway Arch.When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my first crossing."That's it?" That's it."I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd be having breakfast in about three hours.The atmosphere in the truck was different somehow. The sexual. "Nothin nasty about rescuing you from a terrible fall. Could have broke your legs. Then you'd be a cripple" he said."Shouldn't say that about the cripples" I said, sticking my tongue out at him."Youre so immature! Wasn't talkin bad about the cripples. Just sayin, you almost fell and hurt youself" he said."And what do you care if I did!" I said, smoothing my dress down and dusting tiny leaves off."I do care" I thought I'd heard him say. I wasn't quite sure I'd heard it come from his. Our first venture was into the sea walking past loads of people, nobody batted an eyelid. Same on our return to our towels. This was, we both agreed, FUN with a capital ‘F’!A little later, bolstered by our forage into the sea, we when into the village, to a café, and had a drink and some tapas snacks and watched the world go by. All nude, including ourselves.This became our daytime destination for the rest of our holiday and we came home with lovely all over tans! My wife wanted us to keep.