I filled the small gas tank, on the Honda powered trike before I left. The trip took me about forty five minutes. I didn’t mind the leisurely drive,...since I had nothing better to do. I didn’t drive the bike at anywhere near full speed, because I still had concerns that it might flip over. It was a known issue with tricycles.Besides it gave me time to think about my personal life without any interruptions. As I had for the last week, I reran the images of Lucy and me watching the movie. Even. He looked me up and downand said "What the fuck are you doing?"I answered "looking for someone to have fun with". He smiled and started tostrip off his clothing.I decided to make a game of it, telling him to put his clothes with mine overby the wall and walk around with me. He agreed and we began our naked adventurethrough the woods.I knew of a golf course nearby where we could lay out and be undisturbed forawhile. Hopefully unseen as well.We made it to the manicured lawn of the course and I. Maybe theywere hanging in the closet, but I wasn't sure, and I knew that frillyfloral temptation lay beyond the thin wooden doors. Thankfully, Imanaged to find a pair of shorts and a t-shirt similar to those Eve hadbought me. The shorts were white with grey stripes. They fit snugly,reaching just above my knee. It was difficult to find any t-shirts thatweren't sleeveless, ruffled or flared out into dresses, so I opted for anavy blue polo, the only distinctly feminine feature being a small. A crowd was gathering. She could see people out of the corner of her eye, and hear some of their hushed comments. She had grown accustomed to being watched, and she felt a particular excitement now. She knew her sketch of the tourist in the cranberry jacket was an exceptionally good one.The crowd of onlookers was growing now, many of them far more interested in the beautiful artist than they were in her sketch pad.Her subject was enjoying every minute of it. He loved the attention he was.