Chapter 89

• Our new neighbors appeared to be in their mid-40s and fit. On the far end, the husband was tanned, with manicured hair, and European style swim trunks. The wife, equally tanned, had luxurious black hair and wore a string bikini. She was beautiful and gave off an air of refinement.
• Jess took the seat next to the raven-haired wife, gushing an apology for crowding them. She had a perfect cocaine high going, making her more outgoing and charming than usual. I watched as the husband checked out Jess's lower half as she sat down.
• We moved onto our bottle of Champagne. Jess took off her coverup and bathing suit top, allowing her modest breasts to show off their undeniable perkiness. Our legs intertwined once more, we let the light breeze and sound of the crashing waves wash over us. It was peaceful to the point of zen. We held hands, perfectly content.