"Mike was skeptical but at that point a shudder passed through his bodyand it seemed a ripple passed through the slate black nothingness thatsurrounde... them. Soon it became apparent that walls were materializingaround them in the form of a small room."What's this place?" Mike asked."This would be the changing room of the cabana," the little man answeredanalytically. "Kind of appropriate really, given the situation."Mike did not know what the little man was talking about. He seemed tospeak in. Anyway, tiptoeing towards my front door turned into a futile exercise when, despite the taxi's headlights illuminating the way, I bumped into my daughter's bicycle, which surprisingly enough, wasn't strewn across the path as usual but was neatly parked on its stand. My clumsiness sent the damn thing crashing against the side of the house and sliding noisily to the ground. The sound of that, plus the obscenities I let loose after tripping over the stupid fucking thing, should have awakened the. Turning towards me our lips meet in a slow lazy kiss, our tongues exploring the contours of each others mouths. ‘Why are you still wearing that shirt while i am sitting here half naked?’ you giggle. As a reply I pull my tee off and hug you tight, your now hard nips drilling holes in my chest. We kiss and hug for a while savoring the calm quiet moment. The pounding of the waves a counterpoint to the beating of our hearts. Falling back, I watch you stand and unwrap your skirt revealing the. Don't answer then.You ... you know I did, right?I assumed so. You certainly weren't shocked when I did it for you.No. And ... about weekly, I guess.Really?Really, what? Is that too often, or not often enough?Neither. I'm just surprised you told me.So am I. What about you?What, frequency?Yeah.Every couple days, I guess.That often?Oh, is that a lot, little Miss weekly? You taking the high moral ground here?Well, maybe not, actually. I have ... well, you remember I used to jump on you, the week.