As she listened to him talk about his former wife, she sensed he was over her, and for that she was grateful.  Marti had no interest in playing second fiddle to the woman that came before her.  She had seen that happen, both in divorce, and death, when the man, just couldn't get over his wife.  Jeremiah appeared to have moved on with his life.  She enjoyed listening to him talk about his grown daughters, and his five grandchildren.  There was a note of pride in his voice as he did so.  For just a brief moment, she wondered what his daughters would think of her.  Would they accept her in their father's life, or were they, like Marti herself, Daddy's girls, who would see another woman as an interloper into their family?  She shook her head slightly, to clear those thoughts out of her head, and she wondered where they had come from in the first place.  Marti, usually so cautious, and careful, was putting the cart before the horse here.<br/><br/>She enjoyed the highlights of the scenery that he pointed out along the drive, but really, they could be looking at the garbage dump, and she would find beauty in it if she was with Jeremiah!  Being with him, caused her to look at the world around her, with rose colored glasses perhaps, but she was happy!  She really couldn't recall the last time she felt this way.  It surprised her, that after such a short period of time, she felt such a connection with this man.<br/><br/>As he pulled off the road, to the viewing area, the scene below her, the water, the surf of the mighty Pacific Ocean, was one she would remember all her life.  The blues and the greens were in perfect harmony.  Her eyes followed where he pointed out the surfers and body surfers in the surge of the waves.  It was breathtaking, and there was no way on the face of this earth, would she be in the midst of that power.  She caught sight of the calm waters of the bay, and that was more her style!<br/><br/>"Actually Jeremiah, I can't swim," she told him with a hint of regret in her voice.  "I panic in the water, if I can't touch the bottom."  The blush that crept up her neck, made her realize, she had never shared that little tidbit, with anyone in her life before.  There was usually no need.<br/><br/>"You are right about one thing, though, I never have seen such raw power in motion. . .well, except maybe for that other thing you mentioned!" as she laughed nervously.  Marti wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had many lovers in her life, and certainly none in the recent past.<br/><br/>There weren't many people on the beach yet, and Marti looked at him, and smiled, as he pulled back onto the highway.  She was looking forward to sinking her toes into the warm sand, and splashing in the calm waters of the bay.