He wondered if she remembered their first kiss in the way that he remembered their first kiss. He wondered if she pined over the loss of him in the wa...y he pined over the loss of her. Curious to know, he wondered how she remembered their first chance meeting on the beach. Curious to know, he wondered why she never tried contacting him in the way he fruitlessly tried contacting her. Maybe with her seeing things differently from her point of view, she could fill in some of the details that he. Halfway through the cigarette (three quarters through the coffee) the blonde appeared from the bathroom. She was classically beautiful. Not in a Reubenesque way, but a classic 70’s Playboy pinup way. They don’t make bodies like that anymore. Or breasts. Or asses. Her light gait almost made her seem to not touch the ground at all. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile under hazel eyes. The kind that said, ‘I know something you don’t.’ A t-shirt was plucked from the floor and tossed on, barely long. "I got so sleepy, I guess I just dozed off."He closed the door, one hand extending to the wall switch beside it. "You look uncomfortable," he murmured, "holding that silly sheet. I'll cut the light, and you won't have to worry about it."With the sound of a soft click, darkness enveloped the room, leaving only the faint light from the window to outline his figure as he moved toward the bed. Linda's fingers released the sheet, her arms reaching out to welcome him.He sat down on the side of the. The mansion had disappeared behind them, hidden by the small forest of magnolias. But it was worth it. Michael One's pond was special.Skirted by trees on all sides, the small pool of water was clear and calm looking. To one side was a small clearing, complete with a picnic table and benches."I had to call in the bulldozers to help me with this, her father-in-law explained. "It's my design, though. The pond's spring fed and most of the year it's downright cold, which keeps the snakes away.".