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to cover up in between birth and death was between you and God. Besides, the
pristine beach directly in front of their homes was clothing optional. If uptight,
pinched-lips (upper and lower), mousy Belinda, did not like this, she could
always move. With any hope, during that move, she left behind her darling
husband to compensate for the loss.
    Sara highly doubted mousy even looked at a
mirror while naked.
    Mousy’s husband, Boyd McCarlye, was the exact opposite
of his all-business wife. He married for money, not love. He was fifteen years
junior to his wife and five years older than Sara. The perfect age of a man and
the perfect setup within her grasp.
    It made her ill putting any thought toward there being
a sexual relationship between the two.
    Belinda clicked her tongue three times, drawing back
Sara’s wavering attention. “You know I must. It seems to be a pattern with you,
Mecenna.”
    Mrs. McCarlye
had no clue Mr. McCarlye came onto the beach twenty-minutes after his
wife left for the ten-hour workday. Nor did she know her husband would stride
onto that beach with a smile on his face and in the buff well before Tight
Lip’s rump even hit her office chair. Pattern or not,score one for
vindictive revenge against mousy righteousness.
    Mr. McCarlye and Sara would strike up a lengthy
conversation of world politics for about five minutes, social etiquettes for
another five—okay, so length was irrelevant when combined with need—and by the
noon hour would be inside his house, screwing each other’s brains out on Mrs.
McCarlye’s bed.
    “You are more than aware we would appreciate it if you
did not do this… thing …while we are at home,” Belinda added.
    Sara raised a brow. “And what thing would this
be, precisely?” She wanted the woman to say the words nude bathing, along with
saying contractual words every so often. Belinda could do neither.
    “This unusual behavior,” she said crisply.
    A frown set deep on Sara’s face. God! Was this
woman for real? Nudity was not a behavior . It was a natural choice
of one’s inner strengths and soul. If you could pull it off, more power to you.
If not? Get the hell out of the way. Every human alive had the same parts. Some
of those parts pronounced more than others were, but who cares?
    Unfortunately, Belinda did not look as though she was
done with her near-daily lecture. “My poor husband should not have to come home
to your wanton display of the female form. The man has work to do. He can only
do his work while at home, inside his studio. For me to have to ask you to
refrain from this behavior …every day…” A narrowed, disapproving look was
cast Sara’s way.
    “As I said before, Belinda…why don’t you just stop
asking?” She wasn’t about to let this woman ruin her day, or get her goat. The
sun was shining. Life was good . Worst, she was horny and anticipating
that malady to elevate.
    Ten seconds later, Mr. McCarlye strode out his back
door and made his way onto the beach. Even his shadow tightened her chest and
raised her heartbeat.
    “Belinda, leave our poor neighbor alone.” He stood
directly behind his wife and winked at Sara.
    Sara had to hide her smile. Today she felt wanton and
reckless. Today she wanted to make someone uncomfortable. Belinda was that someone.
The more Sara could sass, the more Belinda got harassed; eventually she’d leave
for work, increasing Sara’s joy.
    Belinda groaned at her husband’s suggestion, severing
the possibility of a good shakedown by a nude, horny, free-thinking woman, then
glanced at her gold watch. They all knew she was fifteen minutes late for work.
She turned on her husband, glared harder, then rushed inside the house.
    More than likely, Mrs. McCarlye would have a lengthy
discussion with Mr. McCarlye about staying clear of abnormal behavior from
their neighbor later on tonight. And, more than likely, Boyd would ease her
frozen-lips conscience, say she was the only woman he cared about…and