She ran over to where James was wiping the pale sand off of the black t-shirt, laughing. "A little out of practice." James chuckled, wiping a hunk of ...coagulated sand out of her eye. She ran her hand through her hair, yanking the strands that had come to cover her face back. "I think I'll sit out for a while." "Ok, Watch me though!" Elaine grinned, running back into the surf. James stumbled back up the beach, collapsing onto her towel. "Have fun honey?" Anne asked over her sunglasses. "Yeah...". With my wife’s heavy travel schedule, I’ve not only got accustomed to, but have also come to appreciate the luxury of a lot of personal time. Though our passion for each other has waned, my libido was still very active, alive and kicking. My body and senses are still biologically primed to be in mating mode. It was an itch I needed to scratch. So about a year or so ago, with all the time I had on my hands, I discovered an online chat room. At first I was tentative about fooling around. " I said softly. I looked at him, just looked. "Will we do this again?" I asked, very softly, barely hearing my self, my lips barely moving. I didn't want to ask, afraid that he would deny me. But, he didn't hear me and just smiled. "Come on, Az. We need to get back." He grabbed my hand and went down the ladder first. I felt his eyes on my under my shirt as we went down. I smiled softly to my self and then dropped down. We walked back up to the house as quiet as we could and went in. The door. ‘This is starting to look like a tub of spaghetti,’ Kevin complained one evening. ‘It goes against my grain. I’d hate to think of trying to repair or replace something inside.’ I had to agree with him. Our solutions were making the design more crowded and complex. This wasn’t at all what I envisioned. Worse than that, it looked like bad engineering. It might have been sound mechanically, but it was far too complex and complicated for something that was designed to be durable, portable, and.