"Keep calling me ‘Waylon’ if you want.”"A worm by any other name still eats dirt," Jess chuckled then immediately groaned, "Oh my God! I did it ...again!" Same book?" he asked."Actually, it's a whole series of them," she said, rolling her eyes.He took a long chug of his beer then beckoned her with his fingers. "C'mon. Four to go." Okay, Waylon, or Irwin, or whoever you are... how many tattoos have you got?" She was anticipating he had lost count after the first hundred."Four." Four?" she said in. . I was trying to offend you. Just a little. Not bad, your trick, I mean. So ballsy it is.” Turned out she was just playing, I guess... Bummer. Could have worked, though. Anyhow. Had her on my side now. She played well after all. Turning the tide so often. Had to be extra careful on that one. Game was dangerous. The playful looks she sent me were teasing me. Did things to me. Could have lost myself in them. Tough nut to crack. And the dirty looks she gave me while sipping at her drink... She. .Lie down. Yes. Nude, barefoot and shaven smooth, all of you bare for my pleasure. And your own....Give me your mouth, my Rose. It's been so long. Just a touch, a moment's stroke, between your liquid lips. A brush of your clit. A kiss on your nipple, an instant. I stroke you like a kitten - and you relax, and close your eyes. Your skin is so smooth. I kiss you, at the base of your throat. I caress your lovely belly. You lift it to my hand, and spread your legs, and sigh...Not yet, sweet Rosie.. "I shivered. It wasn't from the chill edge in the air."Why are you here?" she asked, again. "A strange town. A job you've done;you know the answer: He went to the beach, then he went away. You're here.Now. On the beach."She turned."Alone with me," she said.She stepped close, now, cupped her hand to my ear and whispered:"Time for adventure, now."I turned my face towards her."Uh-uh," she said. "Not that adventure. Think again, O.K? Let's try itthis way: You're here, on this beach. Where your guy.