I feel a growing nervousness in the pit of my tummy. What has he got planned for us? What could he possibly be hiding from me? “Watch your step, the...e’s a curb.” I find the curb and he pulls me up, a hand of mine in each of his and then he pulls me to his side, one strong arm around my waist. His driver presses my clutch bag into my hand. “Thank you, Harris. I’ll call you when we’re ready,” he says, dismissing the driver I presume. He grips me more tightly and guides me along beside him.“Isn’t. But she’s hurting pretty badly. And I’m going to have to come back here to see her.”“She’ll come to wherever you are, now that she’s talking to you again.”“You’re awfully confident.”“If you had come home and said she refused to talk to you all day, I would have said ‘give up’. But she did talk to you, and I think that’s a very good sign. So do you. And so does Dale. He and Clara hung out here this afternoon while they were waiting. They spent time with Clarissa when I went to work. They. Were you planning on swimminganymore?" No, I think I'm done as well." He bent down and picked up my towel, "Idon't think you need to be hiding under this anymore. How about you andI changing our clothes and going to get something to eat? It'll be mytreat." Oh, something like a date?" I said laughing."Not something - exactly like a date."As we began to walk toward the lockers I recalled the 'Bikini' song thathad been playing, it had long since ended. Now, I became attuned to thespeaker once. The hours after her arrival were filled with orgasmic delight and groans of passion. The same skin he now touched rippled with spasms as she panted her desires to him while allowing his dominance to emerge in both a physical and mental merging between the two sexual partners. The same skin had caused his manhood to rise several times, while each successive orgasm which she taunted from him sapped his strength and devoured his soul. Finally he was left exhausted. To ensure a quiet evening he had.