“What are your plans for today,” she asked.I pulled the Hawaii brochure out of my pocket. On the back of it, I’d made a list of places I wanted ...s to see and things I wanted us to do.I said, “I got this while waiting on your plane. Our first day’s activity is to spend time on the beach at Waikiki—you can’t visit Hawaii and not go to the beach.”Jenny agreed with me. I handed the brochure to her and she saw what I’d planned. On the first day I’d drawn smiley faces, and on our final day, I’d drawn. She didn’t appear to have noticed. I breathed a sign of relief and moved on to pour myself a cup of coffee.It was late Friday afternoon, the start of a three day weekend. Monday is Memorial Day. Taylor is watching TV in the den and I am sipping a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Karen breezes through den clutching her purse and announces she is off to run a few errands. Taylor and I wish her luck on her shopping trip. I watch from the window as her disappears down the street.Taylor meets me coming. I knew it would be a challenge, but I was up for it. After all challenges are what makes the mind sharper.I sat back, enjoying my cigarette while gazing at the glistening water of the pool.Her sun kissed shadow, shaded my feet. She stood before me in all her glory as beads of sweat formed at her cleavage. She flashed me a wicked smile, whilst showing me a sliver of her bare breast. My hormones ran full bore as I admired her beauty. Her ridged nipples teasingly poking outward at the spandex. And that he was trying to feel between her legs. Hearing that had made me so unhappy.I was extremely nervous at first about going to see "Ate". My heart was pounding when I knocked on her door. But she seemed to know why I was there and was very kind and knew exactly how make me feel at ease, and she made me feel that sex was something to be celebrated. It wasn't at all like going to see our priest for confession, who always makes you feel that sex is wrong. Because he always tells you that.