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replied.
    “ So you don’t
tan?”
    “ No. I will remain always
the shade that you chose when you ordered me.”
    For the next several hours, Mike and Patience
hopped through the surf, built a sand castle, knocked it down,
pulled each other along on the boogie board, and had a great time.
Though he was initially concerned about water getting into the
small openings in the back of her neck, Patience showed Mike that
she had protected against such a calamity by covering the area with
a clear plastic patch. By the time Mike thought about food, it was
early afternoon. Patience had packed quite a picnic
lunch--sandwiches, fruit, Jell-o, and diet sodas. After he ate,
they swam, and continued playing in the surf, Mike pointedly
entering the water without waiting for an hour. He refused to be
responsible for propagating an old wives’ tale.
    When night eventually fell they strolled
along the beach, listening to the pounding of the waves. They
walked to the opposite end of the stretch of sand, several miles
from where they had parked, and found a seafood restaurant. They
smiled and talked over the candle-lit dinner, though Patience
didn’t eat. Then walked back down the darkened beach, hand in hand,
pausing every so often to look at the moon reflecting off the
waves. When they reached their picnic site, they found they were
all alone on the sand.
    Patience leaned over and kissed Mike deeply,
her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He returned her kisses
and more. She deftly removed the tiny bottom of her swim suit and
pulled him over onto her, as he frantically pulled at the strings
that held up his trunks. Their lovemaking left a sensual imprint in
the sandy beach.
    “ Like sea otters,” said
Patience.
    “ That was a pretty good
day,” said Mike.
    They gathered up their belongings and carried
them back to the car. Loading the things in the back seat, Mike
opened the passenger door for Patience and then climbed in to the
driver’s side.
    “ Yes, this certainly was a
pretty good day.”

Chapter Five

    The next morning Mike woke up late, but
feeling great. He stretched in bed and then looked around. He had
become used to being greeted as he woke with breakfast and that
smiling, perfect face. But Patience wasn’t there. He wasn’t
concerned. She was probably cleaning, rearranging the house, or
buying and selling on eBay. Shaving and then popping into the
shower, Mike shampooed his hair and washed his body, finding quite
a bit of sand here and there. When he had dressed, he walked
downstairs to the family room to find breakfast laid out for him on
the coffee table—toast and orange juice. He sat down and ate while
watching vueTee.
    As he ate, he heard several vehicle horns
honking outside. Not paying too much attention, he turned back to
the vueTee. Battlefield Europa was on. Then he heard more honking.
He was not one of those people who liked to get up and go outside
to see what the neighbors were up to. He generally shied away from
going outside the house at all, especially during the summer. The
median temperature for June in Springdale was well over the century
mark. But as the honking continued, Mike got up out of his chair,
brushing off the toast crumbs, and walked through the hallway to
the front door. Opening it, he was hit by the blast of hot air from
outside and he squinted his eyes at the bright sunshine.
    Mike had just managed to unsquint his eyes
when another car went zooming by, honking, and he saw the source of
the disturbance. Patience was in the center of the front yard, just
beneath the shade of the large weeping willow tree, on her hands
and knees. She was transferring potted pansies from small cardboard
containers into neatly cut holes that she had made in the rich
black soil of the flower bed. Her shapely ass was pointed toward
the street and she was wearing the same tiny string bikini that she
had worn to the beach.
    “ Patience!”
    Patience looked up with a smile on her
face.
    “ Come in