“That was a bad one. The next one will be better.”She knew it wouldn’t be better, but it was a habit that defied breaking, regardless how unplea...ant it could be at times. There was always the next one that might be better.“I’ve got no time to figure that out now. I know where I’m going.”She shoved the pack into her handbag, which she slung over her shoulder, and marched out the door. Soon she was in her car traversing the road next to the railroad tracks. It wasn’t a long drive and she turned. Kathy settled the bill on the corporate credit card. Daniel then rose up from the table, moved over toward Kathy, extended his hand toward her and merely said, “Come.” Inexplicably, Kathy found herself giving her hand to Daniel, rising up from the table and, hand-in-hand, allowing herself to be gently led from the restaurant. Like a pair of lovers they walking across the hotel lobby, up a single, curved flight of stairs to the doorway of room 110. Neither of them spoke a word. It was only as. Claudia and Julia then sat on the edge of the tub, thighs touching and water trickling down between their breasts. “Are you ready?” she asked a nervous Julia. Their arms caressed the other’s back.“Yes,” she spoke softly.“Then you know what to do.”Julia took a deep breath, “Rob, I need you to watch this,” she spoke loudly to get his attention. She tilted her head and leaned to Claudia. Their lips pressed lightly then mouths opened to accept an exploring tongue. A hand caressed a soft face. Julia. No, that was putting it too strong. He disliked swimming intensely. He had learned to swim years earlier, but generally preferred to play in the water. On the rare occasions when he was at the pool or on a lake beach with his parents, he swam for few minutes, practiced diving, indulged in water fights with anybody willing to participate, swam underwater, and so on. He enjoyed the water since the rapid change of activity didn't strain him and felt like play.Now, he swam back and forth as fast as.