" said Emory, "Though I believe that the time is not right for a departure. I cannot tell you, why... the future has become cloudy." Emory paced away ...rom the conversation muttering something to him self."Pray, excuse Emory." Arthur said, "When he gets into one of these moods there is little we can do to bring him out of it. Truthfully, I think he fears that which he has no control over, and that sets him to worrying overmuch. When his sight fails him is when he is most apt to get overly. Still I stopped the engines and lifted over Wally-boy for an almost clear look at his surroundings. Most of the storm clouds had now blown north and there was enough moon and sky now to give some limited visibility, especially with the still sunken sun now casting weak light upon the upper clouds in the distance.Wally-boy was no idiot. I'd confirmed that notion long ago. Still he couldn't now help but to notice exactly where he was. Most rational persons would come to same conclusion he did,. .then a voice, a man's voice, quietly said...'I saw you trying to get the sun cream onto your back.'.....She heard the bottle being unscrewed, the sound of the liquid being shook out....' This shouldn't be too cold....!' Then her back was being smoothed with the lotion, it was a pleasant sensation....in another situation it would have been welcome. She hugged herself to the towel. The firm hand stroked, smearing her hot flesh with the soothing lotion. Across her shoulders, down her back, right. We'd run through the usual talking points. I don’t like football, so wasn’t much help there. He didn’t know much about MMA, so we failed to connect there too. We talked briefly about our jobs, avoided politics, and were really reaching when we started talking about bourbon - but thankfully it was something we were both into. That’s when my wife came out.She walked out onto the back deck and slid the patio door closed. She was totally naked except for her Birkenstocks. She was carrying her.