He waited in the living room asshe and Clare carried the boxes of clothing up to the upstairs bedroom.Alison opened the box with her name on it and al...ost went into shock.These clothes looked like the kind of clothes that a common streetwalkerwore. She wouldn't even wear such clothes in the privacy of her ownbedroom when Nick had asked her to. She certainly had no intention ofwearing such an outfit out in public. Even the two glasses of Chardonnaythat Clare had given before their bath her had. It started when Eddie -- the first-baseman -- and I were serving 6 a.m. Mass. It was a cozy affair, three old ladies, one snoozing bum, Fr. Pascalitis and us, all alone in a church the size of a zeppelin hangar. You don't know what early morning is until you've spent one trying to prop your eyes open in a barn filled with the scent of decades-old incense while some guy's snores are turned into the drone of a Sopwith Camel by the echoing walls.Not that Eddie and I worried too much about what. All she would say was "It's a surprise!" She is such a tease!When we walked in and I saw the canopy bed out back through the picture windows, I could not help myself; I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, whispering in her ear, "It's perfect, Kellie, thank you so much!" The canopy bed overlooking the ocean was one of the first fantasies we shared. How she found it, I have no idea. The next day, she would see my surprise.I rented the boat for the whole day and evening; she was bigger than my. When she came back out she said, "I'm sorry." For what?" For having such small breasts." There is nothing for you to be sorry for. They are delightful. Look how nicely they stand out with the dark nipple right at the apex. Come here and sit next to me."He didn't attack them like she thought he would. He kissed her lips, her nose, her eyes and to her ear. His hand warmed her exposed stomach. She felt herself relaxing. He left a trail of kisses from her ear down her neck, across her chest to her.