It was him! He was behind her. Following her. Watching her. For a moment she felt panicked. But then common sense reasserted itself. There were still ...eople moving around her on the street. She wasn't alone and she didn't have that far to go. She began walking again very aware of the sound of her heels on the sidewalk, the feel of the cool night air on her skin. The way the back of her skirt parted to show the backs of her thighs to him. The way the material caressed her thighs as she walked.. When we make love,Sylvia, you always get me back there, and I love it." The pee things you like? Not my thing, really, though, I will tell you as a lover, I might try it sometime. If you get me drunk enough (laughing). Al is never going to be into that, though. He is a dick-in-mouth, dick-in-pussy,dick-in-ass kind of guy. But he is a nice lover. He always brings home the groceries for Rosalie, you get what I'm saying? Gets my toes curling and my pubes stickin' straight out. "Both of us were. He turned toRoberto, and, telling the truth, said, "I want to go home."***One year later...Sofia hummed to herself as she swept the floor. She was in a good mood.It was almost the end of her work week, and by the end of the night, shewould be on a plane back to her home country and to her family.She smiled as she thought about her son. He was doing well in school, andshe had high hopes for him. Sofia had been unable to finish hereducation; instead, she had come to America to work and support. In return for her great uncle’s hospitality, the girls had volunteered to do some cleaning and painting. Wednesday morning, after breakfast, the girls walked south on the beach, past the modern house where Amy had seen the man on the deck the afternoon before. They walked barefoot along the water line, feeling the cold waves lap their feet, leaving grains of sand clinging to their toes and brightly painted toenails. They were both wearing T-shirts over bikini bottoms, no bras, and walking into.