Copyright 2012 By JB Richards
Karen woke from a pleasant, warm dream to the gentle sounds of the ocean waves. She glanced to one side. The bed next to her was empty, sheets disheveled and cast away. Gary’s already out fishing, she thought with barely-contained frustration. She hadn’t even been awake thirty seconds, and already the day was looking miserable. Well, no more than any other day with him. She knew that the whole point of the vacation was for Gary to take the boat out and fish, but surely he could spend some time at the rental cottage with her.
With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and snatched up her thin robe, tugging it on as she found a pair of slippers. The July heat was far too warm for even the flimsy robe, but she knew her step-son David might still be hanging about. She tied off the robe beneath firm breasts that had defied the ravages of gravity, ran fingers through the tangled web of shoulder-length brown hair, and padded down the hallway. The old cottage creaked and groaned with each step, ancient wood settling as she made her way to the kitchen. The air was already sweltering, as if the night hadn’t had enough time to shed all of the heat from the day before.