Woody stayed in the water to put on the flotation belt and slalom ski. Eric had me sit in the middle of the front seat facing backwards so I could be ...he spotter. In no time, Woody waved his hand and I said, ‘Hit it.’ Woody disappeared behind a mound of water for nearly three or four seconds as the boat struggled to gain speed with his greater size and weight and smaller ski surface area. Slowly leveling, the boat accelerated faster. With one foot behind the other on the ski and his broad. " she finished with a shrug.Sharon smiled and nodded. How often had she done the same thing? It wasfun, and more than anything else, completed the sense that she was awoman."I know," she said aloud. "But you have to remember that you are notentirely a girl. Kissing is sweet, but it leads somewhere - to touching,to intimacy. There are boys and men who would like it, be excited by it,but there is a lot of danger there if you don't really know them." I know." I don't know if you do. You flirt with. It was not my pick, but someone suggested tequila...ouch! After the shot, we talked for a bit and I finally ordered drinks for my wife, our new friend and myself. I made my way back to the dance floor but couldn't find them. Then I spotted them sitting at our table. Looked like there were having a fun time chatting and almost teasing each other about their dance moves.I handed each one their drink, which they were both very happy to have and we all toasted again. I think at this point all three. That was better; humour and a rueful internal admission of mentally slacking off a bit, acceptable in the circumstances but not to be wallowed in. Actually he’d had a damn good time today, he always did with her, but today had been more than “damn good”; it had been - different. Verbal play and banter, as always, deep pleasure in each other’s company, certainly. A mutual joy of being and in watching the world were the stuff of their meetings. but today had been – different; Gaargh ! that was.