God!He hadn’t even looked at her. His shadow had fallen over her canvas out on the beach and he’d just stared at the half-finished painting. Hazel...didn’t get it, and she wasn’t being modest. At school, her best grade in Art had been a resounding C. But then again, that was years ago. Nobody had seen her newer stuff. Nobody knew about it and she liked it that way.She liked painting whatever the hell she wanted. After all, it was a side-line. It was for her. No-one else. So it could be clichéd. As the shirt exposed my bra strap, a second set of hands deftly unhooked it and waited for my arms to be free of the shirt. As soon as my hands came down, he slid his hands under the shoulder straps, and pushed my bra off my shoulders. With my bra in my lap, he reached around from behind and cradled both breasts in his hands. Another set of hands moved the bra from my lap and spreads my legs. The sensation of one lover with four hands was back, and I lost myself in the feel of skin on skin.. I lay drowsy and warm between soft sheets as we talked over a totally inadequate phone line. My body relaxed and I had no more energy to speak. "Tell me a story." Low and gravelly the words came. "Once upon a time there was a girl who loved the ocean. The air and the song of the tide nourished body and soul. Everything and everyone she loved met her there..." _______________ What I noticed first was the difference in sound. There was that shushing roar of breaking waves that had always relaxed. " You're probably right," Tanisha nodded. "Those are good points. I guess we're getting to where we need to be talking to a professional." Yeah, from this point on we might as well be talking about TV shows," Joy agreed. "But does that help?" Yeah, I think it does," Tanisha said. "It doesn't really solve anything, but at least gets us on the road to finding out just how bad a problem we're facing, gives us somewhere to start, which we didn't have before we talked to you. It feels better to know.