There is a wonderful ice cream shop along the beach. After some time in Turkey, where the local ice cream has mastic, a gooey substance that I find po...itively revolting, it's good to be in a country where you can get decent ice cream. It is, after all, a basic food group. My friends on the other boat had decided to take a nap and, as I'm not old enough for afternoon siestas, I used my time productively to get an ice cream fix. There were only two other customers at the ice cream shop, a couple. Louis for a sold out game. Marcus stood on the field, his muscles twitching and ready to go the minute the ball turned over. The game was well into the second quarter, they were up by seven but were in the Rams’ zone. His eyes darted back and forth as the ball glided through the air and was taken another four yards closer to their goal. The defense had been magnetic but the Rams seemed to be a step ahead of them. Coaches were screaming into their headsets as other players around him were. He looked for outward signs but none could be found. Frank and Kate chatted as they normally did in his presence and their body language suggested that nothing intimate was taking place between them. But doubt was still there especially whenever Kate got up to either take to or bring something from the kitchen. Frank was not very good at being discreet in his leering and his eyes seemed fixated with her bottom. After coffee and a brandy Frank stood up and said, “I guess it’s time to leave you. In a few minutes, she could tell he was asleep.Farrah made her way across the lawn toward the tree line. "I need some help here. I don't understand what's going on."The old man and his beautiful companion materialized out of the fog. "What's wrong, Farrah?" Eleanor asked."He knew I was there. I think he recognized me." Impossible," Torstein scoffed. "You don't look like you did when you first came to us ten years ago." I hate to agree with this old codger," Eleanor said, tilting her lovely head.