Chapter One: Incident on Everson Beach Sometimes the summer comes early.Chapter One: Incident on Everson Beach Sometimes the summer comes early. I was used to the high temperatures that can arrive like a shroud in late June and stay, like a relative who doesn't take a hint, until late September. When that happens, it isn't until October finally rolls around that you feel that it has departed, and I usually find myself happy to see it go. But if there was one thing that made the summer heat bearable, that made the sticky clothes and hot summer traffic worthwhile, it was the beach. I had been told that when I moved out here, women would come quickly and easily. I think that that was part of the mythology created about the place, and in the few months I had spent here since making my mid-winter move, I had found it to be just that. I spent the better part of the morning trying to convince my schoolteacher girlfriend to let her caution go to the wind, and dare to bare her winter flesh just a bit, even in a conservative one-piece swimsuit. It would be a rare sight for me, too, as I had discovered early in my relationship with her that she possessed all the natural exhibitionist tendencies of the Queen of England. |