There was an old bath in the cellar that had been too heavy to move. With a quick clean-up and a plug it made a useful collector for the sieved sand. ...y dusk I had sieved half of the sand. I took the rejected material back upstairs and out into the garden. Half-full bags were much easier to carry.After a meal and a coffee I moved the rest of the sand from the car to the cellar. That was enough for the day. I collapsed in front of the television with a couple of beers and fell asleep. I showered. The words are not spoken, and yet you hear them clearly in your mind. -What an elegant word. Poetic. But that's not the right description for tonight, is it?It's not? Suddenly it becomes harder to focus. The lamplight flickers, and your vision blurs. Almost unbidden, you ask into the darkness, "What is it?" The words fall out of your mouth before you even realize you have thought them.You hear a soft rustle, and you think you see something move in the shadows.-You know the answer to that. And. She finished with a floral body splash then gathered myT-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes and put them in a trash bag for thegarbage. I was about to say complain as I stood there wrapped in thatfluffy pink bath towel but before I could say anything she quickly usheredme out of the bath and down the hall.She selected a key from her key ring and put it in the dead bolt of thesturdy white paneled door. I remembered this as the same guest room I hadstayed in before but now the door was white. Madge. "You mean you've thought about it some?" Well, look at you, Sherri, you're really pretty and in that red bikini or the yellow one, well, I'd have to be dead not to notice." Do I give you, um, an erection when you see me like that?" Geez, you're asking me that?" Well, do I?" Yes, you have an incredible body and that yellow one, well, when it gets wet, I don't know if you know this, but, well, it shows through, like your, uh, nipples." I did know. That's why I wear it sometimes." Just to make me.