“OH fuck!!!” I say under my breath. I reach down and grab my hard on to move it to a more comfortable position. I'm covered in sweat so I take my ...hirt off. Wiping my chest and neck with it. I'm still watching you out the corner of my eye. I see you staring my way as you cover your arms and neck with the oil. I finish the grass and grab a bottle of water out of my cooler. Taking a huge swig of the refreshing liquid, them pouring the rest over my head. Letting the cold water run over my hot and. It was just me and my guitar…and as I strum along the melancholic chords and lyrics, A. joined me for the chorus… I don’t know if it was the situation I found myself in…or whether I was more home sick that I realised or if it was the fact of sharing a private Mauritian moment with another Mauritian…but as I carried on strumming the song of Desiré Francois, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t have to explain anything… A. understood perfectly. He understood the reason for my. In side there were canned treats and chocolates, ladies lingerie in thongs and stockings, two bottles of wine, one red and one white and a type letter, addressed to me, he called me by my first name and it went as such:Dear Frida,Please forgive this naughty old man for invading your privacy and accept this small gift box in lieu for what pleasure you have brought back into my existence. Each day since you moved in here, bringing your beauty into my miserable existence, watching you go about. Her large suitcase sat on the floor of the master bedroom; the bed littered with her clothing. Her overnight bag was gone. Tim sighed in relief. She wasn’t gone for good. She would’ve taken more. But he didn’t know how long until she'd return.Tim began to clean up. If she came home, when she came home, whenever that was, Tim wanted her to know he’d prepared for her return. He simply had to make amends. Cleaning up after her was a start. Eve Enters a Different GardenEve arrived at John’s condo.