What's up, Dear?" I asked in as pleasant a voice I could muster, trying to conceal the lusty arousal I knew was oozing from every cell of my body. I w...atched as she walked in the garage, getting nearer and nearer to me. Those long, tanned legs. Those breasts. That face!!"Well," she began hesitantly, looking down and using her bare foot, began toying with a loose rock on the earthen floor. "I really hate to ask you this, but I need some help for a minute or two and was wondering if you'd mind. ‘That’s off-limits today,’ she said, ‘Did you want some coffee with me or not?’ ‘You missed a spot,’ he smiled helpfully. She rolled her eyes, ‘I left you a little stripe to aim at on the way in. I’m holding scissors, Quinton. Why is it that we’re having two conversations? If you want, I’ll trim you – and I won’t miss anything.’ She got to her feet and began to get dressed as Quinton poured them each a cup of still-warm coffee and he counted out eight dollars and set it on one of the seats as. She had a mind of her own and had, undoubtedly, gone on with her life. There would be a fight, if he knew his Camille, a fight that would make all their past disagreements look like minor tiffs in comparison. Since the day they’d met, their relationship had been stormy, each fight ending in the passionate forgiveness of the marriage bed. Will she forgive me this time? The horizon showed a faint glow, signaling the approach of day. He pulled out the map that nestled folded between the seat and. I glanced sideways out of the corner of my eyes at the couple to the west. They were making no pretense at being discreet now - they were both watching me working the lotion onto Barb. I quietly told Barb, "We have an audience." Her head was turned toward the east on the blanket and had been watching the other couple and said simply, "I know." I hadn't even looked in their direction and when I did I saw that the woman was sitting up, cross legged on their blanket facing directly toward us,.