There must have been a dozen guys standing around staring. Rachel was floored at the brazen display and dragged me past it. Getting back to our towels... this section of the beach wasn’t nearly as crowded as the area we had just walked past. I asked Rachel what she thought about the beach and she said the beach was good, but she wasn’t sure about the scenery if I knew what she meant. I asked her if she saw anything she did like and turning red, she said that there were a few well hung studs on. Her name was Mary Anne Evans." "I see. Shall we be doing mid-Victoriana dialogue then?" "Fuck no. I'm a hack, not an alchemist. We'll do it in good old twenty-first-century style." "Probably easier." "Definitely easier." "And the occasion of this conversational event?" "Our first meeting, I think. You've called upon the exceedingly famous George Eliot and I've granted you an audience. How's that?" "Fine. Shall I start?" "That would be helpful." "May I say what an honour it is to meet the. Landings. Sort of the aviation version of ‘put up or shut up’. Easy to see when your expectations don’t meet your abilities.”She giggled. “Didn’t Dad say that?”“And Cindy. And everybody else. Dunno why I thought I was different.”“Optimism,” Deena laughed. “If you’re REALLY stressed, maybe I could help...”Now, there’s a part of me that says “Haley, you’re kinda cheating Bill.” Another part of me says, “Gosh, Deena’s such a great lover ... she could really make me come good...” and there’s that. We had quite an audience. Once the ice was broken the woman introduced herself as Alena, and asked about our hair and the way we stand. When we returned to the museum area many of those in the dining room tagged along with us. All the children had a good time talking about what they were seeing. When we left the museum Alena asked if she could get a group photo of us with her family. Of course we agreed. Once those photos were taken, several other families asked if they could take a photo with.