" Sitting down on his towel, he made up his mind to stare back at the tourists, especially the woman closest to him. Not a bad figure, he thought, ...oticing that her flared shorts revealed she had no underpants beneath them. The glimpse of beaver gave him a hot flash in his groin, and he felt the stirring of what he thought was an erection. "Uh-oh," he thought, not wanting the tourists to see him with a raging hard on. He glanced down at himself, but could see no give-away bulge. "Strange,". "I didn't make that up. I read it somewhere, sometime."The four of them were stretched out on their backs on mats on the bow of David's Searay Sports Cruiser. They were naked and had just clamored up out of the water after a night swim."Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but that doesn't stop a wise man from trying," Nora said and squeezed David's hand with hers. "Harry Anderson wrote those words." Who's Harry Anderson?" David asked."An actor, I think, or a magician," Nora. You are hovering above me on your arms, so that both of my hands are free to start to slowly unbutton your shirt – my eyes stay fixed on yours. You are still as I reach up with my hands to pull your shirt open and caress your chest and admire you more fully. You let one arm down so your body is right up against mine – your chest touching the side of my breast. You start to unbutton my blouse with one hand – the sensation it is causing against my skin is enough to drive me mad! I am yearning to. Then he exhaled, ‘We’ve only been on one date?’ ‘Technically, yeah. I would only really consider mini-golf a date. Maybe Gore Fest was like half of a date?’ Brody’s eyes grew wide. ‘We’ve only been on one date,’ he said in realization. ‘Yeah,’ she nodded in response. ‘I am crazy,’ Brody said sounding horrified. ‘No. You’re not crazy,’ Michelle reassured, grabbing Brody’s hand and rubbing circles in his palm. ‘You’re just…’ she shrugged, ‘you.’ Brody looked down at his hand and watched Michelle.