I don't know what it was that made me look up, but I did just as Miriam was coming out of the sea. It was like watching Aphrodite rising from the wave..., or Ursula Andress's scene in 'Doctor No', a beautiful sexy woman walking out of the surf, pushing back her long hair, and in so doing causing her magnificent breasts almost to spill out of her bikini top. As Miriam pulled at the bottom of her bikini to fit it more snugly around her buttocks I was struck with an overpowering sense of pure. Apparently, they have somewhat of an open marriage and they both enjoy their flirty fun. He urged me to enjoy her company without reservations. Different strokes for different folks, right? Well, I couldn't see myself as the type to play around with a married woman, even one who had her husband's consent. I told her so, and she seemed very understanding of that. She was a great talker though, and kept me company on many nights through the soft glow of my computer monitor. I didn't realize that. She had no idea where Penny Lane was, though obviously this wasn’t a lane.“First of all there was Strawberry Fields,” he smirked, “because it was Forever. Forever as in: you never leave. Now there’s Penny Lane, which is kinda down a lane, and luxury believe me, by comparison. We used to turn the assholes here, to work for us. But you’re never going to leave either.”Grace had no idea what he was talking about. But she had a bad feeling about him enjoying himself.“Boris...” Xenia shut him up. It. She is a grandmother. She feels like sex once a month. Another woman lost her husband in the war; she's in her later thirties. A couple of times a month for her -- and her heart isn't in it."I realized his teeth were chattering from the cold. I waved at the house. "Go in, Brother. Get some cocoa."He laughed. "Fix it myself, sure."I returned to looking at the stars. How could people be so blind? I have no idea how long I stood there; I don't think it was that long. It was cold and windy; it was.