I poured us a glass each and carried them through to her, setting hers on a small table beside her and stood by the fire to watch her. We raised glass...s and smiled at each other, the tension in me all but gone. She told me to sit at her feet. She read me poetry, from a small leather bound book, poetry she had written, some I had read before but all new with her voice, and her hand stroking my hair as I listened and she read. I rested my head on her knee. Her poems are dark, opening my mind to. We rode for another ten minutes or so and finally arrived at a clearing. It was the parking lot. There was no one there. We walked a path among lush vegetation and finally came upon a spectacular beach. The sea was turquoise blue, calm and clear. The sand was like sugar. The coconut palms and lush trees came to the very edge in some places, in other, spectacular rocks formations met the water. We walked a bit and set the towels in the sand. I took off my t-shirt and shorts and left it in the. We've parted company so it's just me and Davey now." Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." That wasn't really the truth because I always thought he was kind of a jerk but it seemed like the PC thing to say. "I hope it was as friendly as my split with Vickie." Well, it wasn't very smooth I'm afraid. He was practically supporting a string a chippies from Fort Collins to Pueblo so I wasn't feeling especially charitable."It seemed like a good time to change subjects. "So Davey must be what, thirteen or. Blonde and blessed with a willowy figure now all the rage although unfortunately hiring bosses still looked for applicants with big breasts, er when hiring females, Willow Wright was not altogether bright but had struggled through to possess a good college degree. She also possessed the despondency associated with twenty-seven unsuccessful job application interviews. She still worked morning shift in a Diner in the poorer end of Main Street, a position she’d held since her sophomore year..