His mind had drifted to things so wondrous, so beautiful, and so intoxicating they could only be called love.  The woman he had thought he would never meet had fallen from heaven and landed in the room next door to him in paradise. How fitting it was that they had each planned a vacation for the same time, tough not reason, and yet neither one looking for a romantic getaway.  Her apparently for the trip of a lifetime to see and feel things she had never known, and he for the remembrances of the past in the wake of life passing him by, for all intents and purposes.<br/><br/>The feelings he got from holding her were scrumptious to say the least, her body and spirit made him feel alive for the first time in …. Years at least ….if indeed he had ever felt this alive.  The sea air was warm, mist that filled the air around them even warm on his flesh, or was it the heat he felt as he held here closely to himself, or perhaps both.<br/><br/>Her query brought him from the trance like thoughts that flooded his mind and he brought his face to where he could see her face.  For such a simple question, it brought about so many images of what to do, where to go, just how far should they go for now…too many questions for the state of arousal his body felt at the moment, for if he had his say they would make love there in the surf at the edge of the world.  He gazed at her for seconds that seemed to draw out longer somehow and then replied “I don’t know Marti, I know we have just met, I know that we’re not either of us looking for a fling, and I know we have all but said that after dinner we could be together to get more acquainted that way, but I fear if I choose that path, I would disappoint you somehow.  So, how about if we walk back to the beach, enjoy the riffles of the surf again on our feet and then decide whether to go back to the hotel, or go farther on our tour, or even just stay here at Wiamea Bay to enjoy what it has to offer.”  He slipped his hands from her hips and released his grasp so she could move freely, save for the hand he would prefer to hold in his own; and ponder thoughts during the walk back to the sandy beach from whence they came.<br/>