. I'll have so many memories of our time here... One of my favorites is the, what did you call it? Oh yes, the widow's walk. The small high balcony at...the top of the house, where a sea captain's wife would pace and watch and wait for her husband to return... There's a certain elegance to the practice, don't you think? I think I'm going to take it up. My condo in California faces east. I'm going to find the exact great-circle path from my balcony to M.I.T., and I'm going to pace very morning and. I pocketed it and the keys. I also carried the surfboards out into the sunlight. Both were resin types and had not deteriorated at all. Now, I needed a beach and waves!I looked at the map. We really weren't that far. I carried the boards and my gun. Jennifer carried a shotgun and Terry had a pistol that, while she could shoot it, there wasn't much accuracy. At least, it would get attention and she would hit something. We left that morning headed for the ocean. We arrived after a medium distance. There is a knock at the door and I answer it. You walk in the room say hello and then greet my wife with a long slow kiss on the lips. We met you in the hotel bar, a complete stranger and invited you back to our room, you know why we invited you to our room. You both sit down on the red sofa and drink your wine I sit on the chair opposite. You talk to my wife complimenting her looks and beautiful figure in the black dress she is wearing, you talk to each other almost as if I am not in the. She hadn't worn these shorts for more than three years, and then, at a skinny 15 she had looked like a cute kid in them. Now they were transformed into an entirely different category, hugging her 18 year old ass which had filled out so curvaceously since then. If anything, the cut-off legs had frayed even more in the intervening years, and revealed even more of the subtle curve under the cheeks of her backside, cutting between her legs, pulled tight into her groin. She twisted round to see the.