“Do you ride your bike around here often?” I ask. “Yes, all the time”. I just love cycling” Sabine says with enthusiasm. “What are you doi...ng later on?” I ask. “I am going to go back home for some dinner. Would you like to have dinner with me Matt?” That sounds so inviting. “Sure!” I say excitedly. We both ride our bikes back to Sabine´s home and arrive at her apartment after a few minutes. “You have a nice home” I say. “Thank You!” replies Sabine as she walks to the kitchen. My eyes are. Your wife, Jessica, is a 24 year old brunette, standing at a little over 5'3". 'Petite' would be an accurate term to describe her.You've lived together for over a year now after having been married for only a few months more. You met Jessica when you were still in college. She worked in the library where you'd often see her. It took a while before you built the nerve up to talk to her, and were absolutely shocked when she actually agreed to date you.She often dresses down, despite her gorgeous. “Shouldn’t hurt though. I didn’t bring a bag with me. We’ll grab a tablet at The Waterfront.”The trip was short; we might’ve been going fifteen miles an hour. We were driven under the bannister and onto the cul-de-sac. I looked out over the beach for the second time in waking memory. It was not as full as last time. A yoga class was going through the motions. There was a bit of a party shuffling back into one of the motel rooms.The sand splashed over my toes and I was thankful for the flip. From where she was standing, Samantha saw that it was a calendar. He scribbled a little note in it and closed it, putting it back on top of the pile."Are you feeling a little better, Samantha?" he asked standing. "Can I offer you something to drink?" He walked over the closet that held the washing machine, pulled it open, and then opened the door on the dryer as well before opening the washing machine and scooping the contents out and into the dryer in a well practiced motion. He paused and.