Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to position the raft so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, t...hen backwards. The raft is getting the better of her. As she leans toward the water to position the raft, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to hand them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction; another nip-slip. It’s a small slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy. "Jules, there he is."It took her a moment to realize what I'd meant, but I couldn't stop staring at him playing down below. "You knew he was here?" No. He said something about a gig at a hotel, but I didn't know which one. You picked this place, not me, remember."She was silent all the way down. The closer we got the more detail I could see. He wore a black sweater and pants, and no one was really paying him any attention as his hands moved swiftly up and down the keyboard. His look of. That touch, more than the water or the burn, sent my nipples hardening and my head spinning. The rest of the evening as we played cards and watched a DVR movie I kept seeing him appraising my chest, and each time, my nipples would pucker up shamelessly. So the next morning, as the warm spray of the water played across my flesh, I had thought it might remove some of the dirtiness I felt. I love my husband, but all night, I had tossed and turned with dreams of James touching me. It had been. It hadn't been all that long since they were together, but he foundhimself looking forward to the phone calls from his parents. He missedthem, and the strangeness of his new situation made him wish they werethere. There was a small spark of fear in him -the primal fear ofrejection and abandonment. The calls helped keep that under control. Saturday came, and with it, his mother. She wasn't entirely pleased withthe limits on his progress, but accepted the notion that some skills werecovered in.