Like beautiful music. The music of the spheres. The sound of the earth turning. The sound of the stars burning. Like they’ve been waiting for it, a ...issing piece. Something they lost once, but have found again.”“It’s like a choice,” Clay said. “Like one of those tests, the inkblot test, where you can see what you want.”“Sorta,” said Ashe.They listened together, bathed in sweat, bodies pressed close together. They heard the whoosh of the wind, the rush of the highway, the cries and howls of life. I set up my blanket in about thesame area as the previous day. I felt slightlyuncomfortable being alone, but proud of myself for notbeing afraid to do what I wanted. As I scanned the beach, I saw what I had been thinkingof all along. There was Carlos, again with his two younglady friends. They were again in their enclosed areawith the awning set up around them. The short fenceprevented me from seeing Carlos body, but I could tellit was him when he would sit up. Alas, I was sitting in an area. She turned towards me and said, “What time is it?”“One pm, we’ve slept for two hours—but you were worth it, Marie, all three times,” I said proudly.“Oh, shit—I completely forgot, Christine, let me take a shower and change—give me twenty minutes,” Marie said, as she got out of the bed and ran to the shower.“Would you like company while she’s in the shower, Richard?” Christine asked sitting down on the bed alongside me, putting her soft hand on my face.“I appreciate the offer, but nothing below. At the time I knew I loved being pinned down by them but knew I would soon give in especially if they started butt bouncing on my body.This probably was the begining of my liking for larger women, now referred to as BBW's and why I ended up marrying a woman taller and much heavier than me. During our marriage I told her about my cousins and for fun she would sit on me and taunt me to try and get her off. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore.