Shoes first then jeans and everything else.  She inched closer to the edge of the seat like waiting was not enough. When I bent down to kiss her she wouldn’t let me. Instead she switched me around so that my back was to her, hot silken feel of her skin on mine, her breasts on my back, wet kisses on the back of my neck, teeth grazing my ear lobe, twisting in her arms with total lack of control. It was the best feeling and the worst. No control at all.

With my head back on her shoulder and my eyes struggling to stay open, to stay focused and not fall apart I begin to realize that it getting to be too late. To late not become addicted to that touch of her, that wet feel of her on my back, and I want to run and hide again but she was waiting and getting me there to that blank space in my mind. And that pounding of my heart, that blood rushing, never screaming out before, never even…….

What was in her mind? What was she thinking about everything? Didn’t volunteer much. When I had first noticed her I found her to be the very thing I always thought was out of my reach, thinking that there would be no way under the burning sun that she would be mine. Then the kisses, the weirdness in and all around us. Tragedy for her, and now locked in with each other knowing that soon the word would get out and everyone will know. And that fear that maybe she wouldn’t like me for another and the same would go for me. Obsession……it was getting there….Then what? We still had a movie to make. And she felt like mine and that was the worst of it. The crime of it.

We where on that boat for the rest of the week. We ate and we made love, and it was rough house like most times, but it was gentle and it was kind. And we ate and we spoke about everything, how they met, how they thought it was love. How they mourned the loss of the child they didn’t know existed, how she came to be a actress, how he was never the same after the injury he suffered at Notre Dame, how they lived off her money and the insurance he took out just in case, how he went along with all of it, how it was all a whirlwind, and the sex and drugs, how it all made sense to them as long as they came home to each other. How he knew there was something up when life had to stop at 2:30 because Huntington Beach was on. The chance meeting with Mark and the audition and everything else. We talked till we feel asleep always that last, “are you awake?” Then nothing, then the darkness…..then the light.