Chapter 3

Friday

Friday was truly uneventful, at least for me. The ladies shopped. I slept in. I cooked an Indian dish for dinner, maybe chicken Marsala, or Tandoori chicken, I don’t even remember. Then we got ready to turn in early. Kayla came to me right before she did.

“Sunrise is at seven tomorrow morning. How long does it take to get to the beach you know?”

Ah. Saturday morning. The only possible time, perhaps while Tiffany was still sleeping.

“With the drive and a walk, probably an hour.”

“So, do you want to shoot me tomorrow?”

“I do want to shoot you. I can’t tell you how nervous I am about doing it though.”

“If we leave at six in the morning, we can be back by nine. If we get to your beach and it doesn’t feel right, then I’ll leave my clothes on and you can take some pictures that way.”

“You won’t be disappointed?”

“Of course, I’ll feel disappointed. I’m disappointed that Tiffany sort of changed my plans for the weekend too but I’m making the most of it. If we can’t do it this time, we can do it next time. It’s not like the ravages of age are going to cause my boobs to droop in the next month.”

I had to laugh. “You’re sure? You’re sure your boobs are good for another month or two?”

She cupped them with her hands and tested their weight, thoughtfully. “I think I have three months, at any rate, maybe four.”

“That’s a relief. What are you going to tell Tiffany?”

“I’m not. I’ll just sneak out and leave a note in the kitchen. Went to watch the sunrise or something. Went for a run. I’ll think of something.”

“Alright. I promised your mom I’d touch base with her again before we do this. I’ll call or text and if she says ‘no’ it’s off. I’ll text you. Go get your beauty rest,” I said and when she turned to leave, I swatted her tight little butt.

Amanda gave me the green light with the admonition to be careful and I hit the sack.