My life was still classes and practice, and my practice was honing my skills to be perfect and then expecting the others to try. As you know, I won th... championship again as a junior."This past summer was no different. I could probably have had a date with a different girl each weekend. I may have actually done that, I'm not sure. Yes, I did date some girls more than once, and I did have some dates with some of the same girls from last summer. But I never felt any strong feelings for any of. It was only two years today and I had smiled as I twirled the latticed ring around. I wore the same clothes I had worn that night; A short black dress with dark red stipes cutting across the belly and chest. I sat an angle to allow the same display of leg he had seen that night – the same heaving cleavage speaking it's own language to the men in the room. As I passed the time sipping vodka and orange juice the occasional guy had come over to ask me if I wanted a drink, or to tell me his name,. I then suggested that we could go to my car in the multi story car park and continue.....she said OK, but she didn’t have much time. We left, got to my car with tinted windows, in the front seat, and I continued. I started again by telling of the most recent swinging session. It was a large house with a bar in a lounge room. We all mixed, had a few drinks, and different couples then left to go to the swinging area. This was a large room, no furniture, just mattresses with loads of towels heaped. My legs and head remained pillowed in the sand, but my spirit was freed to flow wherever it chose. Her feet slapped against the smooth wood, bright paint shining on nubs of toes. Floating behind her, I could not help but notice how her skin dimpled just above her bikini bottoms. Her hands full of shells, shiny pinks and whites that swirled in contrast with her tanned skin. Over the moat we crossed, through the arch of the wall, past a dappled courtyard, to the foot of the tallest of the tower,.