Laying her down on the white sand… peeling off her bikini, his mouth on her nipples…. ‘Mr Kyle?’ Rebecca’s voice broke into his daydream aga...n… ‘Are you ok Mr Kyle? I think you’re getting too warm… Here, let me loosen your tie.’ And she was leaning into him, undoing his tie, all the time looking right into his eyes… ‘And maybe this top button….?’ There was no mistaking that look in her eyes… ‘Rebecca, you are asking for trouble….’ He managed She giggled in reply… ‘Most definitely Mr Kyle.’ That. Rachel snickered in anticipation as Amy, resting the iPad on her lap, tapped the Photos icon, and thumbnails filled the screen. She watched Amy scroll the tiny images until she found the one she wanted. Amy tapped it and it swelled to a full-screen image of her, naked, shoulders propped on pillows against the top of her bed, the flowered wallpaper just visible above the headboard, legs spread so wide her feet disappeared off the sides of the screen, left hand frozen at her left breast and the. When I got downstairs I could hear him talking to someone in the living room. As I walked through the door I found he'd brought one of his friends home with him. They both looked at me as I entered the room and I could tell I had been the subject of their conversation. "What do you want?" I asked, annoyed that he'd dragged me out of my warm bed. I saw him wink at his friend. "Take your dressing gown off," he said stepping towards me. "What the hell do you mean," I said, "take my dressing gown. I tried to fashion how I might phrase questions for that evening, but the thought of twisting around to suck her toes there and then interfered. Afterwards, departing pleasantries were exchanged by everyone except us. Her eyes, though. Her eyes… I’m glad she didn’t press to follow me home. I needed the time. To vacuum, for one. And clean the bathroom. And change the sheets, and… think. And think mostly of what I wanted sexually from a new partner, if not a new wife. After my wife’s passing two.