We had a “pineapple express” direct from Hawaii.I made it to the cave, Clair was laughing, delighted. I set her down, she wasn’t shivering. Coul... be a good sign, could be a bad sign. “Lets get this wet thing off.” I said as I reached for the hem of her dress. She stood, smiled, and let me, still thinking I was being romantic. With the dress off, I assessed her, she was pink, not blue, not shivering was a good sign.I wrung out the dress and set it on a rock to dry, then took off my tee-shirt.. She has a loose-fitting shirt tucked into the slim waistband. Her glossy, blonde-streaked brown hair flows loose down to the middle of her back. Nice, he thinks then apologizes, ‘I am sorry to interrupt.’ As the woman turns to face him, he hears a familiar ‘Hi Michael.’ Hearing ‘Ms. McIntire?’Linda turns. Her jaw drops. The shirt he is complaining about is skin-tight, revealing his well-developed chest and every contour of his defined abs. She thinks of Cathy’s words, ‘holy shit Linda, holy. ." He kept his eyes closed and when I hesitated they opened, fixing on me with such pain that I involuntarily took a step back. "Please, Miss..." Ivy." I recovered. "My name is Ivy and I'm not sure you need..." Ivy," he repeated, smiling as if he should have known that already. "Need..." he seemed to pause, searching for the right words, " ... has nothing to do with it, Ivy."I shrugged and looked away. Looking into that man's eyes were like looking into my own life, my own soul. It hurt and. Virginia? She was still asleep, but she turned on her right side facing me and to my surprise she lifted her left leg and draped it over my right hip. I stretched my left arm under her head and she rested there. My right hand was free to explore Virginia. I knew that our friendship would be over if she woke up and rejected my attention. My need to touch her and my overwhelming lust overcame any fear of the consequences and I threw all caution to the wind. At first I rubbed her hip, buttocks and.