Yes, she was very pretty. Wonderful figure, delicate facial features – small turned-up nose, big green eyes, and of course, the legs. She wore the o...ligatory little black dress set off with a neat intricate gold necklace and matching earrings. Lovely girl, and much too young for him, he assured himself, but a wonderful, incredibly intelligent young woman.The opera was good. He took her to her home. She kissed his cheek.“It was a wonderful evening,” she said, gazing into his eyes.“It was for me. “I don’t think she will care,” I replied.“She says only nice things about you,” Ester said.“Too bad, she doesn’t say nice things to me any longer,” I replied.After Ester, I went home to deal with Michael. His withdrawal wasn’t violent. He was able to control it. It was possible that he controlled it too well. If he was faking the PTSD symptoms he was damn good at it. However he wasn’t violent, he was just frustrated. I have to admit it is disconcerting to see dead men in your dreams. That is. I think I’m going to have a fun afternoon. It’s quite an education in bikini styles and terminology. Brazilian, Rio half-back, thong, g-string, tanga, side-tie, no-tie, triangle tops, halters, bandeau, x-back, etc. Not to mention the array of fabrics and colors and prints. Not that I’m complaining. Watching Talia try on bikini after bikini and modeling each one for me is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. And in each shop, we receive helpful and able assistance from one, and sometimes two. "Today we are going to swim," Karen declared."What! In the raw?" Ramu asked with mock surprise."No, we are wearing our swimming costumes under our dress," Irma giggled."Sorry, you can't swim today. This sign reads, 'High tide. No swimming'," I said."Just our luck," Irma said."Tomorrow is another day," I laughed.Next day when we met, I said, "Must you wear identical clothes. I can't tell who is who," I am Irma," one of them said."Give me your hand and don't leave it," I saidThey both giggled. We.