She had discovered the small beach whilst out walking a few weeks earlier and it had quickly become her favorite spot. Usually it was empty or perhaps...just one or two people, usually naked sunbathing or swimming .Once she saw a couple making out and felt a pang of desire as her own boyfriend was back home in England. They had agreed for the summer she was away to do their own thing but Sarah hadn't met anyone in the small village where she was located and there didn't seem much to do .She had. Oh I…well, no. I didnt know anyone was here, I um…wait, who are you? There was no one downstairs! Asked the male, suddenly, almost accusing at the fact that Amelia had popped up out of nowhere and at least to him, possibly foiled his schemes. Me? I live here! Are you always so impolite to question those of whos household you impose on? Amelia sounded slightly hurt, but she was stalling, seeing that the door was still unlocked, and inching sideways, closer towards it. With a sudden lurch of his. We walked through the other rooms in the house and Ruthie grew sadder as she observed just how her parents had chosen to exist the last years of their lives. All the furnishings were comparable to what had been in their bedroom, old, worn out, stained and ready for the junkyard. Only the living room had any carpet at all and it was badly frayed. All the other floors were covered in the same kind of worn-out linoleum as the bedroom that had been used by the owners of the house. Ruthie put her. " "My name is Lana Parks," said the second image, holding a well-worn suitcase and small hat, "and I'm going to South Africa." Then another image of her knocking at the door. "It's me," she said. "Let me in." "She's beautiful," Wallace said, walking around in a daze. Never before had he come across a girl with such tenderness in her eyes, such perfect skin. She was everything he wanted and more, the way.