”“Can’t help it, it looks so sexy when that happens,” I replied.The afternoon passed helped along by a few rums and we were both feeling them,...my head was lightly spinning. We looked around and saw that the afternoon beach games had finished and most guests were heading back to their cabanas to rest and have a drink.Leon’s booming laugh was echoing round the beach as it always did when he was on duty. Sally stood up to stretch her aching limbs but I knew it was really an excuse for her to get a. A frantic acceleration, then two strong staccato chords; they achieve the ecstatic climax of their lovers dance.Thus, is the "Moonlight Sonata".In the dining hall the next day Lou called out to the slender figure at the salad bar."Hey, Miss Beethoven, wait up!"The voice, spoken with unmerciful volume, was familiar. She spun around and recognized him waving at her from fifty feet away. It was so embarrassing to be yelled out to in the crowded dining hall. Why had he used that name on her?He saw. Then she stripped down and stood naked, posing in beams of sunlight that shined through small holes in the roof and walls, creating rays of suspended dust motes. She posed so that her belly was prominent, and stroked it with both hands."You got me pregnant," she said softly."I did," I said, taking off my shirt."You know the only thing I'm unhappy about, concerning that?" she asked.I stopped. I hadn't been aware she was unhappy about anything."Keep going," she said. "It's not bad unhappy." How. After an afternoon of walking the streets (never got my wife to flash), we stopped in a bar where we met a couple of elder widowers. By that time, my wife had had a lot to drink. Long story short, one of the guys (Herb) ended up in our hotel room; the rest is history.After her encounter with Herb, once again I tried to get something going with her and our bachelor friends; nothing doing. My next victim was our termite inspector, Alex, whom we have known for years. Alex lost his wife to cancer.