“Don’t feel bad about it, Shamita,” I replied, “We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn’t have to happ...n again.”Shamita brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. “I know,” she said, looking me straight in the eye, “and it WAS fun, wasn’t it?”“You want the truth?” I asked. Shamita nodded.I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.“It was the best sex I’ve had in years. I would hate for you to feel. Kris stripped down andheaded to the shower.Kris was gone for most of the night. He said he was doing his best to showLiz a little attention. I stayed in my room for a while before heading outto shop for us some snacks and drinks for our room thanks to Mom beinggenerous.Kris and I talked early that night. I did come to realize I did owe Coreyan apology for cutting him off and being rude. Kris said he was evensurprised how rude I was after thinking everything was okay and civilbetween us.I. “Maybe we’ll bump into each other in the village, we’re here for two weeks,” I said, amicably. “Where are you stay?” Asked Feemi. “In the Apartment de la Rosa.” “Oh yes, my brother. He made the garden there. Now he is at university in Cagliari.” Laura spoke to Feemi in Italian and they had a brief conversation, during which time Feemi’s eyes wandered around my body as her index finger made a circular motion around her left breast. I don’t think she was even aware that she was doing it. Her. Questions bubbled from Isabella’s mouth –where had he traveled? who had had seen?, was he happy? Gustavo just smiled and held her by the shoulders at arms length. ‘You are still Isabella the Talkative, I see,’ he said, ‘But you grow more beautiful every year!’ Isabella blushed and as Gustavo released her she turned away to wipe her eyes. She knew that her embarrassment, and her excitement at being held and admired by her brother, was rooted in her own adolescent fantasies and from her.