“That we will,” he said. “Think your ex will come around?”“I don’t know. You did notice that he was there today didn’t you?” she said....He looked up.“No!”“Well, he was. He did his best not to be recognized, but I saw him and recognized him almost right away. I kind of expected him to come, so I was looking for him. I don’t know why he came, had to be hard for him, but he did,” she said.“Jesus! Hard? It had to be brutal for him!” he said.“Hmm, I would guess so,” she said, “especially him seeing. .. routine this was becoming. They were growing used to each other, used to this relationship, and that was something that he didn’t want to let happen.They followed their usual route to the banquet hall, climbing the ladder that led up to the prefabs. As they made their way through one of the lavishly furnished rooms, its occupants watching him curiously as they lounged on their cushions and sipped at their drinks, someone came rushing from the far door. It was the Crewmaster with his purple. Then I moved on to her other nipple, and worked on it as I had done with theright one. I kept on like that, switching between one breast and the other,while my hands gently rubbed her back and belly, and started to slip intoher new black jeans, unzipping it. She got on her knees and helped me totake it out, while kicking off her flat sandals.Then she started to undress me, pulling out my pajama, slippers and panties.When we were both naked we began to kiss again, holding each other. Santa Cruz is a small resort and university town on the Pacific coast between San Francisco and Monterrey. One of its qualities is that it has drawn an abundance of former hippies and other avant-garde types. One of the things that I like about Santa Cruz is that it is, indeed, a very liberal place. The spa I visited is clothing optional, but nobody wears clothes in it and men and women of all ages, sizes, and types use the facilities quietly and respectfully. No children are allowed, ever..