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Sabastian stood looking out the picture window. He
liked the window, it overlooked a stretch of lawn and
then the water. The Long Island Sound was not
impressive to him, as he had traversed much larger
seas, but what it lacked in size it made up for in
tranquility. Being trapped between Long Island and
the coast of New York and Connecticut meant the water
was much calmer than the open seas. Indeed, it was
the gentle waves that he liked to watch, lapping
against the shore.

"You still wait for Mary?" Claudia said, snatching him
from his thoughts. "Sol and little girl leave half
hour ago."

"Did they?"

"Yes. You need hurry if you help your friend."

"Excuse me?" Sabastian queried.

"Susan say you need hurry, you take too long."

"Then I should go get Mary," he said, walking from the
window. He went upstairs and opened Mary's door,
revealing her naked body.

She was quite attractive, supple breasts, pale skin,
curvaceous body, but all Sabastian noticed was the
scar on her left breast.

"What are you doing?" She screamed when the shock of
being walked in on wore off.

"We need to leave soon, I am attempting to speed up
your dressing process. How did you get that scar?"

She had covered herself with loose clothing by that
point, answering, "A childhood accident."

"You are lying. It is a brand. You were a feeder
before you were made."

"If you knew, why did you bother to ask?" She said,
snidely. "Leave so I can dress."

"Please hurry, I am led to believe that time is of the
essence."

"I'll be down in a minute."

"Thank you," Sabastian said, as he closed the door and
went back to his window.

Claudia was sitting on the couch knitting. "She still
not ready?"

"No, she is not ready. Women take an inordinate
amount of time dressing. They always have and, it
seems, always will. It is a frequent source of
frustration."

Claudia chuckled. "Men want women pretty, but never
want wait. You can't have both ways."

Sabastian laughed, "I suppose you are correct."

"What's the old lady correct about?" Mary asked,
coming into the room.

"Nothing important. You do realize you are wearing
almost the same exact outfit that you had on before
you went to change into cooler attire."

"Hardly, but I wouldn't expect you to notice," Mary
replied. "Are we going or what?"

"Yes, we are going," he answered with a nod of his
head.

As he walked by the couch, Claudia took his hand and
said, "You must be there before one. Susan say that,
she say one very important time."

"Oh, I'll get him there before one," Mary said.
"Let's go."

[Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights
reserved.]