By this time he would normally be looking for a bottle of aspirin for the headache that he considered standard for any project startup. He didn't feel...tired or bad. He felt good but there wasn't a lot more they could do until businesses opened the next day.He may need to do some minor modifications on the files but for all practical purposes they were done. That was normally a week two or three task on a project. The filing was normally done when it was taking longer to find papers that it. Krystal must have left it while I was showering. I dumped the contentson the bed unceremoniously and picked up the pink plaid brushed fleecepajama bottoms, ripping the tag off in one mighty tug. I turned towardthe dresser and pulled a pair of sheer pink panties from my drawer,sliding them up smooth silky legs. Then I shimmied the pajama bottomson, dropped the towel and pulled one of Brad's t-shirts from hisdrawer. Done, I'm done, done, done!!!I checked myself in the mirror and didn't even. His blue eyes smiled when he saw me and that didn’t surprise me. I wore a thin summer dress over a blue bikini.“Hi,” he said.“Hi, where are we going, it’s your beach, so show me the way.”He took my hand and we walked over the scorching hot sand down to where the water lapped it. Taking off our shoes we walked along the water to the end of the beach where there were several rocks and the sand turned into pebbles. Not many people were around and after rounding a big rock we found ourselves alone. "Heyyyy... well what kind of things?" She asked slyly."Ummm..." I looked out the window of the Mercedes as it sat purring at idle outside the gourmet food store. People were coming and going, women fussing with their purses, coming out with bags of expensive stuff to fill their pantries with. People from Nina-land. The Daisy Chain's jukebox thumped faintly in the background through the cell phone, and I could smell cigarette smoke and see the worn linoleum floor in my mind. "Things... that you.