Ellen and I have been married 8 years. We were visiting Florida’s west coast and had rented a beach house. We were washing our Porsche at the back of the beach house between the grass and the sand which led to the water’s edge, and Ellen was a bit piqued at me for suggesting that she date another man. I don’t know why I found the idea exciting, but she didn’t know how to take the suggestion. Our conversation was interrupted by an art student walking up from the beach. He was dressed in a khaki shirt with epaulets and had a sketch pad under one arm. He grinned, introducing himself as Greg. He had a shock of brown hair and was about 5’10″ and was asking where the nearest fast food shack was. Ellen was in her white string bikini and bent just out of his sight to pick [ ...continue reading "Ellen" ]
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