It had been hot and humid. Hot was okay, South Bend could get hot. But the humidity was killing her. She had taken a Greyhound bus from Gary, Indiana ...o Chicago because she hated the little "puddle hopper" flights. She wasn't real comfortable on big planes, but absolutely terrified of the smaller ones. Her bus had taken just over an hour and a half to travel the 95 miles from Gary to Chicago and now she had the flight to L.A. to get through and she would be back in sunny Southern California. . .. OOOOO!”Two good hard cuts in quick succession. Two piercing shrieks... Simone’s eyes were wild with pain. Once again her resolve was slipping.“Apologise,... ”This time, Simone said nothing. But her eyes closed and her head drooped. Quentin laid on two more hard cuts across the clenching nates. He, needless to say, was happy to on in this fashion indefinitely! Perhaps Simone sensed it. Realised her stubbornness was only adding to Quentin’s pleasure.“Apologise... ”“I... aah... I a-apologise,”. "Want to go swimming?" I asked. "Can we?" he asked and getting up I grabbed his hand and ran to the edge of the sand dune and showed him the small lake below. We looked at each other and then ran hand in hand to the water. We both dove into the cool water. I slid thru the water towards him and his arms went around me, my back to him. This was heaven for me as I thought how much in love with him I was. "Lets play a game, Guy". "OK, what is it?" "Well, you stand there with your legs apart. I just wanted to let you know, I'm willing to help if you need anything."I felt really bad, so bad in fact that I choked up and hugged her. She consoled me and whispered in my ear that it was OK, and that she'd come over the next day to talk.The next day came; we were talking, she was listening, and I told her everything, every single detail. She began to share her experiences and maybe two hours later, without even realizing it we were holding hands and cuddling together. We locked eyes and.