On the deck facing the ocean Rachel wore a top, Amy didn’t. Rachel settled in a chaise and opened a paperback romance novel. The cover illustration ...howed a couple embracing, apparently in a storm, because Amy saw that the woman's long hair was blowing off the page. Standing by the railing she could make out the author’s name, bigger than the title. "Why do you read that shit?" Amy said, her tone of voice continuing their squabble. "No reason, just something to do." "Well, if you want something. Tabhi raj bhi aa gaya oh my god he was in jeans and tea shirt and he was looking like a cool dude mene use hug kiya usne mujhe dekha or kaha tu to goa mai bizli gira degi aaj or mere ass crack ko dekhkar bola u fucking whore panties kaha hai maine kaha I dont need usne kaha chal mere hote hue tujhe koi haath nii lagayega ab ham nikal pare party ke liye me uski bike mai baithi thi usse chipak ke or mera hath uske lund se khel raha tha mere boobs baar baar uske back se takrati to meri chut pani. .. You certainly look more refreshed than you did yesterday.”“ ... Mmm ... much better, thanks! I laid in bed for a while, wide awake, so I got up and had a nice, hot bath and then I could sleep. Don’t forget it’s your gym day, today! Don’t look at me like that, Gareth Jackson ... I’ll be fine here on my own!”They didn’t go swimming that week, though ... not because Rachel didn’t want to, but because she and Gareth spent several evenings in her former marital home, sorting out the things that. Even as he crushed, it out the man was throwing the coins at her in disgust and walking away. He watched her pick them up, apparently very much in need of the money, and walk back around the corner, her hips swaying in a manner that made him want to take her on the cobblestones and damn those watching. A few minutes later, the theatre let out and he saw the crowd filter past. He was wondering why he was still standing around and not trying to find another meal. She came back a few minutes.