It was nice to be home, but it was bittersweet. I looked at the window as I stepped out of the car, and there she was, with her hand pressed against t...e glass.Janie was a secretary at the law firm that handled my divorce, and ten years my junior. I had interacted with her at least as often as I did the lawyer, and some way – somehow – we connected. I asked her out when it was obvious the details of the divorce were almost hammered out. We were made for each other. A year later, I was happier. He seemed stunned atClaudette's beauty. Claudette allowed her hand to be kissed and then tookhold of Jacque's hand and with a smile inspected Clarise's handiwork."Well, Jacque, I am sooooo happy to finally meet you. Wendy, my deargirlfriend, has told me ALL about you. And now I can see why you make herso happy. So handsome and I see so secure in his manhood to even wearnail polish. That is delicious. I know I am going to love you just asmuch as Wendy does."Jacque blushed a thank you. Not even. Work kept her busy; she skipped her Friday lunch date with Greg. Her hectic month culminated in an overscheduled weekend before Laura returned to San Francisco. She determined the minutes and supporting documents from the partners meeting would be done before lunch Friday, even if lunch had to be delayed. “Greg darling, can you put lunch off until one-thirty; I’ll make it worth your while?” Their friend the owner-maitre-waiter was surprised to see them come in so late. “Welcome, you are welcome. I was back at the pool over by the beach there was a gang of young guys there playing volley ball there, I found a lounge chair then lay down to enjoy the sun. I was well tanned after a week of being there my yellow bikini not hiding much of me as I lay there I guess I caught the attention of a couple of these young men! Two of them came over asked if I wanted to play, I said no thanks I'm just relaxing today.After a while I got up jumped in the pool for a swim then made my way over to the pool.