The water rolled and boiled and swirled around us, imitating our love making. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with mine.I moved deep inside her, feel...ng her grip me, draw me in, allowing my escape only to draw me back once more.The surf rolled over us, suddenly, the waves of passion could be held no longer. We exploded in perfect rhythm with the surf. Ecstatic cries drowned out by the waves and the surf grew quiet and retreated as we lay consumed, entangled, in love.We rose unsteadily to our. ..possiblybetter than I knew myself I sometimes thought. And so, with a mixture oftrepidation and, I guess, longing, the fateful date was set.The final hours before He arrived seemed to last forever. I paced and Itrembled and I paced again, breathless and flushing alternately. He'd toldme many times of the look he liked on a woman and, happily, it was exactlythe type I loved too....a 50's retro style, stilettos, seamed stockingsand corsets. I was fully made-up hours before he was due, all. Not only was he nearly thirty years older than me, but he wasn’t my type, he was a hippy. Every conversation we had always included his new age beliefs, how weed wasn’t recreational but for spiritual purposes, and how bad he wanted to fuck me. Which I found really sweet.An hour later I was ready. I was dressed in a tight grey sweater, a short (yet cute) black skirt, and nothing else. I opened my phone, tapped on Uber, and within ten minutes my ride was there. Three minutes later I arrived at. First one pokes a hole in his shell, then before you know it you've got a whole passel of peeping little yellow chicks." Where would I keep them?" You've already got a coup. That small building off the barn. But we'll get you some chicken wire and build an enclosure around it. They're lots healthier if they get to run a bit." So what are we doing today?" You're the boss." You know what the place needs. Just tell me." Well, we should finish getting the garden in. Then put up that chicken.