”Jeff nodded at her. “Anyone else need anything?” he asked the family and wiggled his wristband.“I need more coffee,” Christina said and sto...d to join him.She had a gorgeous mane of dark hair pulled back in a tail. Her eyes made him crave dark chocolate. The bikini she was wearing was the same one he remembered from the day before. It was something bright between green and blue, but he couldn’t name the color. Like Amy, she was wearing tight khaki shorts over her bottoms. He noted her toenails. .. you know. I'm, uh, itchy and restless and I have these... you know, urges. And then I begin to think I'm bad. That these thoughts are wrong. I just feel bad and I'm all mixed up."I heard the chair squeak and envisioned Mom leaning over to lay her hand on Jean's thigh. "Baby, we've talked a little about this before, but I guess it's time to share in more detail. Remember what I told you, girl? Those are natural feelings. They're right and they're good. There's nothing dirty or wrong about. The nicest times of day are the early morning and just after dusk. The worst time of day is three to four in the afternoon. The air, in most places outside of Phoenix, is very dry. A simple mister can lower the effective temperature by fifteen degrees.The natives of the area do not try to get a tan, it’s forced upon them. The men wear long sleeve shirts and blue jeans, rather than shorts and t-shirts. It’s possible to get a burn through a white cotton shirt, if the material is thin. They wear. You get up and wander around your apartment in the dark, the orange glow of the streetlights slicing through the living room window. You have a glass of wine to try and make you sleepy, but it doesn't help. It only serves to make you more horny and desirous of a new adventure. The clock says 1:30 and you pace back and forth before making a decision.Quietly you dress and leave the building. The night air is cool against your skin as you walk down the street toward the bar. You turn the corner on.