Today her long and thick brown hair was pinned away from her face with two small clips that matched the summer pattern of her dress. To Greg she was...a vision from an oil painting of a countryside scene, serene and beautiful. They talked easily, discussing his trip, some anecdotes about her other students and how much she continued to enjoy teaching him. They moved on to more general topics of music, news and, significantly, relationships. She’d never heard him mention girlfriends and. The technician was given a stern lecture, mild punishment, and a warning against further disclosures to friends and associates, foreign or domestic.But the damage was done. Too many rumors were circulating, too many people at McMurdo Sound knew of the incident; the Russian base knew of the incident and the objects, and no one could guess how far the knowledge had spread from there. Jameson worried, with good reason, that he would no longer be able to contain the situation. He wondered how many. As I went down the dress, so it became loose and soon it fell forward, liberating her breasts properly. She stood silently as we gazed at her body, slowly becoming more open to our affectionate eyes.At the last hook, the dress fell from her hips but remained upright, simply supported by the rigid thickness of the cloth, forming a tent shape around her legs. I push it down, and without speaking, Lesley steps from the warm material. Now she stood with just an elegant pair of old fashioned. Like a long forgotten memory it flits across the edges of my mind. Only 2:00 a.m. I see on the clock. 2:00 a.m. and most of the world is asleep, even you. I float back to a time when I would have felt lonely, awake in the night but not now, not anymore. I think about getting a glass of water. Maybe a glass of water will cool me. So I inch out of our bed not wanting to wake you. I stand naked by the patio door hoping for the hint of a cool breeze. Hot, I think to myself, so hot. How I wish it.