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We stayed in touch and are at similar places in our lives. Aren’t you at least a little glad to see me?” 
    I skimmed her nude body. Damn she was attractive, but I refused to go there and said instead, “It didn’t turn out very well the last time I saw this much of you.” 
    She looked surprised and said, “I’d love for us to finally talk about that.” 
    I interrupted her. “I don’t want to talk about that, Ginny. I’m sorry I brought it up.” 
    Ginny was stubborn enough she refused to let it go. “It’s been stewing too long, Grant. We have to talk about it sometime.” 
    It was time to change the subject. “Who was the guy in the pool?” I asked. 
    Ginny popped out of her chair and glared at me with such intensity I shrank from her. “Why are you so damn judgmental, Grant?” 
    I didn’t know what to say to that and just glared back at her. Throwing her hands in the air she growled and said, “This is pointless.” 
    I watched in utter confusion as she stomped off.  For a very long time I sat alone and thought about many things, but mostly I thought about her. 
     

 
     
     
CHAPTER 4
     
     
    “Nurture ecology of spirit.” – Ch’ing
     
     
    I wish I could say the brooding resulted in an epiphany, but not a single light bulb went off in my head. The only conclusion I reached was that I needed to talk to both Ginny and Eric. With that thought in mind, I headed into the house. On my way there, an attractive Latina with big hair and melons on her chest grabbed my wrist. In sharp contrast to her ample chest, she had a long waist and a tiny rear end. Like most people at the party, she was au natural. I politely stopped to see what she wanted. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. 
    “Where did you get that big wet spot in your lap…you find yourself a squirter or something?” she asked. 
    At twenty eight I had never been with a squirter. Maybe that’s because I have only been with one woman, my wife, and she certainly wasn’t. In fact, I’m not positive she ever had an orgasm when we were together. I always had the feeling she was faking it for me. After I learned about her affair with another woman, I realized maybe men didn’t turn her on. 
    Melons raised an eyebrow, so I answered her bizarre question with a question, “How long have you been doing this?” 
    “I’ve always hated clothes,” she said with a wry grin. “Why don’t we liberate you from yours?” 
    My stomach flipped. “Uh, sorry…but I’ve…I’ve got to go inside…umm…I’m searching for my friend.” 
    She shrugged and shot me an amused grin as I retreated to the house.  Ginny was nowhere in sight. Standing in the kitchen was a couple who looked to be in their late twenties. They motioned me over. 
    The man was medium height and hairless except for a cheesy goatee. He couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred forty-five pounds soaking wet. His pale blue eyes darted back and forth between my eyes and the big stain in my groin area.  I was starting to get a little self-conscious about the spilled whisky. 
    His wife smiled sweetly as I walked up. She was a few inches shorter than her husband and had a full head of red hair. I couldn’t help but notice her nipples. They were exceptionally long. 
    She caught me staring and said, “They aren’t even erect right now. You ought to see them when I get turned on.” 
    I wanted to ask them if they had seen Ginny, but Mr. Hairless launched into a story. 
    “A few days ago, a co-worker told me how he killed a twelve-point buck,” said Mr. Hairless.  “I listened politely, but hunting doesn’t interest me.” 
    The back side of Eric’s house is a wall of glass that provides a view of the pool and yard. I glanced out the window and was surprised to see Ginny back outside talking to some guy.  He leaned in and touched her arm to emphasize a point. The jerk was definitely testing the waters and he was a good looking guy in a hippie sort of way.