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parking lot, which was luckily nestled under the shade of striated and twisted cypress trees nearly two stories tall. Deformed branches, bare patches and outcroppings of greenery made the trees look like giant molting birds. The two friends meandered down to the beach through the twisted forest.
    Waves crashing and the smells of salty surf settled her nerves. Something about her dinner last night with Dr. Gerhardt didn’t sit right.  She replayed the scene, and the way his actions seemed to signal a shift in their relationship. Or, maybe it was just her imagination?      
    She smiled. There was that tall hunk at the restaurant. If she’d been with Meg, perhaps her evening would have been different.
    “You okay, Libby?”
    “Just day dreaming.”
    “Oh, I’d like some of that, whatever you’re having, gladly, “ Meg said.
    Libby blushed. She struggled with her breathing. Her nipples were tingling. Pinpricks of pleasure roamed all over her body. Her internal muscles down low began to clench.
    “Been that long, huh?” Megan asked as she plopped down at the top of the small rise overlooking the crashing waves.
    “Unfortunately, yes.” Libby sat next to her. “Now do you believe me about Dr. Gerhardt?”
    “I think sex with an older guy would be hot,” Megan said as she leaned back, her elbows digging into the warm sand behind them. A smug smile tugged on the corners of her friend’s lips. “Think of the places we could go. Beats cheap dates of pizza and a movie anytime.”
    “Not for me. I want a guy more my age. I don’t want to take a number. I want to be first, not second.”
    “See, I told you. You knew he was dirty.” Megan’s eyes sparkled. She looked out towards the ocean and sighed. “How could you stand to be so close to him all the time and not think about having an affair? He’s a damned good looking man.” She drifted off into a fantasy Libby didn’t care to imagine.
    “Hmm.” Libby was feeling the muscle man’s mouth again on her inner thigh this time. She rubbed her knee, crossed her legs and looked around to distract herself.
    Megan added, “When I was a freshman—you must remember him, don’t you, Dr. Curie?”
    “Who could forget? Those eyes,” Libby said. “Chocolate brown.”
    “Made me wet just to look at him. I tried every day I could to get him to notice me, but you remember how big those intro classes were.”
    “Yeah, about 200 students.”
    “Yup, and mostly girls, too.”
    Libby nodded.
    “I tried to go see him with questions, you know. I’d go late in the day, tempt him to ask me out just once even for a coffee.”
    “Megan, he was your professor. Old enough to be your father.”
    “Yeah, only if he was ten when he had me. He’s not that old.”
    It didn’t matter to Libby. Dating a teacher would be crossing the line.
    They watched couples promenade down the beach, hand in hand. Some stopped to hug or kiss. An older couple were laughing and splashing water at each other in the little waves that lapped up on shore. Two teenage boys held a girl in the surf as she screamed and all three of them got soaked with a brisk white foamy wave. Birds flew overhead in the cloudless sky. Libby could smell burning leaves.
    “Really nice fall day here,” Megan said. We should rent a beach house some weekend.”
    “In your dreams.”
    “I have a cousin who has a house in Santa Cruz. Been in the family for a long time.”
    “There you go,” Libby said. “That would make a fun girls weekend.”
    “That it would. Hire some male dancers…”
    “Hey, that almost sounds like a bachelorette party. You hiding something from me, Megan?”
    “Some day.” She sighed.
    A hollow feeling in Libby’s stomach bubbled up to the surface.
    Damn. It has been a long time. She missed feeling like she belonged somewhere. Am I lonely?
    Libby adjusted the baseball cap, pulling down on the ponytail in the back and faced into a light wind that had suddenly picked up. Then she spied