"No... Yeah... I don't know!" I fumbled for words. "Actually, that wasnot what I was thinking about. Not directly anyway." I blushed again."I was just... wondering what it's like for a woman. The sex, that is."Jeannie grinned. "Well, you get the chance to observe often enough!"She giggled.I snickered too, at the reference to our frequent encounters betweenthe sheets, but sobered quickly. "Actually, I am always too distractedto be much of an observer."Jeannie looked pensive for a few moments, while. As I was approaching the sliding doors I was becoming irritated, thinking, "Where in the hell is she and why isn't she responding?" Just then, I heard a splash and realized that she was in the pool. I opened the door and stepped out on the deck."Morgan! Come eat dinner!"She surfaced and yelled back at me, "I just got into the pool!"Turning away I headed back to the kitchen. She followed me in a minute later, clad in a bikini that left little of her body concealed. The pale blue cloth stretched. She in answering the call sounded happy to hear from him. There was a little discussion on what if anything new had happen in their lives but then the question of what to do this weekend was talked about. They both agreed that there were not many places to go to or things to do as there were in a big city. Nancy suggested instead of going to Ken’s West here that they should take a ride and go to the original Ken’s which was located in North Rivers. Brad seconded that suggestion and asked her. Amrah! She was sitting several tables away from mine. I sat staring, at first unable to believe the evidence of my eyes. After five years and all my vain searching, there she was looking just as lovely as she had that morning when we had said what I thought was a temporary goodbye at the airport. After so many past disappointments in my hunt for her, at first I did not dare to believe it was her. I told myself that she was someone who looked like Amrah, but no, the dark complexion that looked.