The sound of guitars and melodious voices singing in Spanish about lost love and unrequited desire fill the night… After dinner and dessert, we deci...e to walk along the beach. There is nobody in sight, which suits us just fine. A full Moon illuminates us with its pale light, and we stroll silently, as the wind carries the music of the Gypsies still playing at the restaurant, and also the sound of the waves crashing into shore. We hold hands, and talk about life, about love, about the Moon,. The man squeezes her ass a few times and then breaks their lip kiss. He bends down and kisses her on the neck. I feel like I can’t move at all. I can’t believe what I see and almost feel like I am having an out-of-body experience.The man then turns her around and begins to grope her breasts. Jenn has her eyes closed and I watch her hands go behind her, obviously groping for his manhood. He continues to kiss her neck a bit more and then moves his hands up to the back neckline of the dark blue. Grandma was a genteel woman, cultured, keeping house for Grandpa and for Father. At Grandma's steady knee, Father got religion, studied at Divinity School and became a Minister. In his first posting, in Seattle, he met Mother and they later married. My luck was that Father was not Catholic, for then he would have become a Priest and remained celibate, presumably, and there would not have been a Luz to tell this story.Long story short, Father had an opportunity to serve a larger Church and we. Deep down, I realized even back then that college would be a waste of my intellectual and creative talents. The three schools foresaw the misfit and, to their credit, postponed my acceptance.I mention this backstoryial tidbit only to put into perspective the new intern — Elizabeth, “Please call me Ms. Sloane,” Sloane.Now being a stunning redhead does buy one some ... something. And she was that — stunning and, I assumed, a natural redhead. I was able to overlook certain other ....