Would he dissolve? Would his marriage dissolve? Carol’s husband, his mind muddled, could hear the waves lapping at the sand on the beach. He knew th...e beach was somewhere in front of him just past the resort’s manicured lawns and pristine blue pools. No matter how carefully he looked he couldn’t discern anything. It was all just a black void. The blackness of the night seemed to suck at him and Paul felt a shiver of fear. What had happened he asked him self. The soft lapping sound of the waves. "Without saying a word, his wife rose and moved into the centre of the room. Selma, the oldest of the four women, has a voluptuous body that has been well cared for, sumptuous curves but no surplus fat. Her underwear, like Linda's, was white, but the expensive silk garments were subtly more substantial than the flimsy scraps discarded by her predecessor. The knickers unobtrusively supported her buttocks, the bra emphasised the fullness of her breasts. She gave us time to admire her before. "Oh, shit!" she cried, standing up in the tub, the water streaming down through her matted pubic hair. She grabbed a towel and made three hasty swipes at her dripping body, then hopped out of the tub.Quickly throwing on the pink housecoat, she ran through the bedroom and into the living room. Her feet left wet tracks on the stairs down to the front door. Through the frosted glass of the door, she could see the outline of a man.If that's Mike this early, she thought, I'll kill himBut when she. “Janie,” he called through a rough voice, “Wake up. I’m sick.”I pulled the covers over my body and held my breath. I could hear their muffled voices through the closed door and then the sound of the shower running. A knock on my door startled me.“Aaron,” Janie whispered.“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I told Tom you stayed and helped out last night,” she smiled, “He told me to tell you thanks.”I was getting a little bolder from the night. I rubbed my palm over the obvious bulge in the blanket. “Tell.