We got chatting to the lad behind the bar about where to go. He told us of a few beaches we could try, but the best beach by far was the cove of Playa...Montaña Roja. He told us it was a small, secluded, sandy beach with lots of rocks surrounding it where you can hide yourself away. He said he used to take his girlfriends there in the evenings as it was quiet.We decided to go and find the beach he’d told about. It was about a 15 minute walk from the hotel. We had some vodka and coke with us, in. It didn't take him long to get straight to what he wanted to know."You and mum were getting on well yesterday does that mean you are coming home soon" It's too early to say" I told him "There is a lot of hurt to get over first.- Still, we are talking now so that's a start isn't it" Yeah, I suppose" Anyway, I will still come over to see you and you are always welcome to come to my house" Will she be there?" If by she, you mean Sarah then yes she may be there from time to time" In that case I'd. You were hot and sweaty and needed a shower. You step out of the shower and towel off. You walk to your bedroom to dress, your towel wrapped tightly around you. You enter your room. Candles are light and the smell of vanilla fills the air. I smile and greet you and lead you to your bed.You loosen your towel and lie down on your stomach, covering your backside as you do. My hands gently touch your feet. A slow rhythmic touch.I slowly work my way up one leg, my hand slipping under the towel and. 1At some point the Scotch did its' job and he fell asleep. It was a fitful sleep, and because he had not bothered to undress or even to brush his teeth before flopping across the bed, not a very comfortable one either. He awoke early, got up and undressed, and went in and had a nice hot shower.When he had completed that and had shaved, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, he felt alive again. The whole time since he had awoken though had been spent wondering how he was going to live without.