Empty space. Wait. Not completely empty. His mind’s eye walked across the room and a girl appeared. She was a tall, dark haired beauty with high fla...ing cheek bones, wide-set brown eyes and long, muscular limbs. Everything about her bespoke her sensuality and it was apparent she knew it. She appeared to be about 20. Very fit. Her stomach was flat, as if she made a habit to include crunches in her workout. Her breasts were ample. If Jim had to make a guess at their size he’d have said there were. You never said..." You've become the center of my life, Ed. How big is that one?"I looked. "Thirty-something feet." How much does something like that cost?" One that floats? Ten K. Brand new? Quarter million."She gave me one of those looks. "Something that's used but in pretty good shape." Twenty to forty K is a nice range for the low end of thirty feet. It'd be an older boat, but if the engine's good and the sails're good..."Her eyes took a far away look. Horizons. Sunsets in the Gulf of. I meant what's happening to me? Why am I here?" I was silently puzzled. I had no idea what was happening to Beverly. My lower arm had become stiff under her pillow and I dragged it towards me to relieve the aching. Beverly grabbed it like a kitten seizing a piece of string. "What're you doing?" She whispered hoarsely. "Leave that hand where I can see it!" "I'm getting a cramp in my elbow. I was just easing the muscles." She released my hand and a slowly withdrew it until the aching. She thought it would be a temporary thing… And her mum would probably freak out, if she would know about half the things she had been into. She couldn’t tell her it was her way of fitting into an underground scene of grunge lesbians and bisexuals. She would frequently meet her friends and new people in bars, basements and private rooms. Together they would get drunk, use ‘some white lines’ and end up in bed. Some of those people, who were at night in between her legs, were just strangers to.