Thinking it might be Davis, I didn't answer it.There was another knock and I could hear the sound of Sheila shoutingsomething.I carefully opened the d...or and saw that indeed it was Sheila; an angrySheila; in fact to be precise a downright, over the top steaming andfuming Sheila. I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.'That bastard.' She shouted as she exploded into my room.I shut the door quietly and stood in the corner away from the humantornado that was Sheila.She was ranting and. .. and then she walked by.I was transfixed, rooted in the sand, dizzy with the motion of the waves and her hips. Oh, I wanted to touch those round hips, kiss the delicious sliver of pale skin that showed between her boy-short swimsuit bottom and tank top, stay on the beach forever watching her move. She made eye contact, murmured a quick 'hi' and flicked strawberry-blond ringlets out of her eyes as she strolled away. I don't think I even returned her greeting, but my eyes followed her down the. They agreed to meet and he suggested a relatively fancy restaurant that was way more expensive than she could ever afford, so she was looking forward to it.When they met, she immediately realized that the pic he used was way out of date and he was much older than 35. She figured he was easily in his mid-50s. However, he seemed friendly, was generally a handsome guy, and spoke enough of her language to ease communication a lot. She figured she'd eat dinner and make up an excuse to leave. She. . I mean, I guess it's all right for Allison because she's your wife, and we both know there's no stopping Rachael, but Brit..."Greg sighed. He had been caught red-handed, and there was nothing to do but tell the truth."Would you like me to explain it to him, dear?" Allison asked him.Greg shook his head. "Give me a minute, Jeff. I'll meet you in the house. Kari, if you don't mind, I need a minute alone with my son." That's fine," Kari smiled. "I'll just come down and join the party. You don't.