Sherry ran down the plank stairs to the dock. Other than a few distant boats no one was in sight, so she stripped off her shirt and panties and dove i.... The cool liquid enveloped her flesh and extracted some of the fever. She swam a few circles and headed for the dock. Above, on the deck, Sam smiled down. ‘I’ll show him.’ Summoning the new, carefree spirit of her inner wild-child, Sherry splashed onto the dock, waved, and then carried her meager garments up the stairs. The fire she’d doused in. The younger woman's eyes flashed, steel blue piercing the air aimed at me. "Too hard?" she challenged, "What do you think physical therapy is, a play session? Your wife needs a lot of work to make sure those bones knit properly and she gets her strength back. You should try going through her daily workout and then see what you look like at dinner time. She'd better be working hard!"Her tone of voice changed, shifting from righteous indignation to sly innuendo without a break. "Or would you. " a heavily accented female voice said beside him."I beg your pardon?" he replied, somewhat automatically."Sorry to intrude, but I saw the newspaper, and that you seemed to be staring off over it and thought I might find someone to practice my English on."The woman was bundled up against the morning breeze, wearing a headscarf, but was probably no more than ten years older than Gordon."Just some old childhood memories that I will have plenty of time to relive while I am here." Gordon said,. But she didn’t. Does she LIKE to be treated like that?” I asked. “Well… what do YOU think Bud? She could’ve stopped it if she wanted to…” “Yeah I guess you’re right. She seemed happy in the end too. I don’t know… I just don’t see how someone would WANT to be treated badly, ya know?” “Yeahhh… maybe you’ll understand when you’re older… maybe ya wont. Different strokes for different folks as they say. Daddy stood up and stretched in the sunlight. He switched the TV to a football game and.