She ran outside, tears streaming down her face as she took out her car keys and ran to Bill’s vehicle, scraping the paint along the driver’s door ...and then along the back. She paused to do the same on the vice-principal’s car as well before jumping in own car and racing out the parking lot. She drove hard and fast back to her own apartment, parking in her designated stall at an angle. Almost wailing with despair she raced up the stairs and flung her door open. She slammed the door behind her and. Our house in Spain is a conversion of a finca on the outskirts of a small village perched above Carboneras in Almeria, and just far enough away from the bustle of the coast. My wife and I often share a good bottle of Rioja in the evenings, watching the dusk fall. Time has been kind to both of us, our health is good, and the years have not dulled our sexual appetites. It was a balmy late June evening, we’d eaten at home, a simple meal, and were sitting on the patio, where we had a couple of. “It was pretty heavy to start with. She saw me as a threat. We had a full and frank discussion. She admits that she is emotional because of the baby, but she is also concerned I am putting you in danger. What could I say? I am putting you in danger. It was a good idea to get us to talk. I don’t think there is anything more that you could’ve said. She also did spend a bit of time with Julia. Nobatia is settling down, helps a lot and it is more secure than it ever was. She said her sisters are. Some distance away I saw the outline of two beach walkers headed our way and as they neared could tell it was the girls. Both had tied short pareos around their waists and both were bare chested. This was going to be a great day.Hugs and kisses were exchanged when the girls arrived. The whine of a small boat motor interrupted our greetings as a small rubber dingy headed toward our spot on the beach coming from the catamaran. A young, fit woman jumped out of the small boat as it nosed onto the.