From high above, the sea looked fairly calm. Soft sweet swells lifted and fell as they strove toward shore. But up here the breeze was fresh and cool. Down below, the sun would have warmed the stones. Yes, the woman sitting on the deck chair touched her bare toes to the surface then pulled them back. She was wearing a long flannel jacket and nothing else. Her partner, crouched some eight feet away, was taking pictures of her. The jacket was open, but the slats of the chair concealed her breasts from the camera’s eye. Still, there was little doubt that her nipples were plump as berries.