I'd come out to California seven years before as a callow youth from Minnesota. I came to go to school and escape the winters. I'd never gone back hom... again. Not for a summer, not for Christmas, not at all. I loved California and hoped never to leave it again. On the other hand, love it or not, I'd never actually been to the beach yet. I'd seen it lots of times on the tube, but I'd just not gotten around to going there yet. I had a good idea of how to get there from the traffic and weather. She’d grown up with Sara, Sara had been a major part of her life for years, especially after her divorce an Sara’s becoming widowed. She’d never, ever had a sexual thought about her sister. She’d seen Sara’s naked body on occasion, and at the time it was no different than if she’d been clothed. Now ... now she wanted Sara. Alice was certain she wasn’t a lesbian, she knew because there was an experiment in college that hadn’t been satisfying at all. But her sister -- dear God what was she. “You’re here to enjoy yourself Anatol, forget business just for a few hours,” he muttered to himself.Across the street a group of three young guys walked by, all laughing at something and talking animatedly. They kept turning and glancing behind them, and one of them almost fell over his own feet. Anatol checked the time: seven twenty-five. Somehow, he just knew what they were staring at.He was right. Yulia looked spectacular.She was wearing a tight black, leather-look mini dress. This in. . in the absence of any other pleasures that she could find in her own home. Holding the colorful Bloody Mary in her hand, she sat down on the bed in her room near the telephone. Once more she brought out the underground newspaper and turned it to the page that had interested her. The blonde woman scanned until she reached the small ad again, and then her heart started thumping, for it read:Attractive bachelor, 37 years old, wishes to meet charming ladies for mutual pleasure. Experienced in.