What she did care about was the ability to go to thebeach with her friends and get a few beers withoutgiving a damn about her husband grumbling like h...always would when she would do anything without him.She could almost smell the ocean and feel the suncaressing the skin of her 35-year old body as theydrove to the airport, and she was getting veryimpatient as they got there, holding each other andkissing goodbye.“At last…” she sighed to herself, feeling a littleguilty that she. However, I'm sure I can get them here tonight if you need them."The last thing I want is for anyone else to see me or smell me in my current condition so I order, "No, I don't want them here tonight, but do call them and have them bring me another chair like this in the morning. They can set both of them up the same."He leaves, I look over and the grunts are still standing around so I bark, "What the fuck are you two still doing here? Don't you have something else to be doing?"One of them. The man's handshake was firm and confidence inspiring."And you must be Eleanor," George continued. "Not a very impressive deduction of course now that Stacey has been indentified, but I would have recognized you from Hannah's description anyway - the harebell blue eyes and the dimples are every bit as characteristic as Stacey's copper beaches hair."His smile was warm and his grey eyes locked with Eleanor's as he shook her hand. "I'm so pleased to meet you Mr. Hamsun," Eleanor said, felling. The perfume was stronger and he sensed it emanated from the other side of the bed, which was rumpled. He tried again to remember what had happened. Scenes without before and after floated into his mind. The warmth, feeling protected, the woman's strong arms holding him to her breasts. She had cooed as he fondled and suckled her breasts. And she had been on top of him, making love to him, making him shoot his seed into her. Later? She had pressed a sweet liquid to his lips and told him to sleep..