Crown's Law by Wolf Wootan Page B

“Good God! I’d
better go find out where my kid is!”
    He and his wife left the table, leaving Sam
alone with Sue. A slight breeze pushed the filmy cover-up against
her chest and torso, the rest flowing softly in the swirling wind.
Sam couldn’t decide whether she reminded him of a woman in her
underwear and a filmy negligee, or a pixie swathed in a magical
mist. Whichever it was, he was becoming slightly aroused. He
couldn’t allow that amongst all the people, so he cleared his
vision and thought about cleaning the bathroom in his Tustin
apartment. That did the trick.
    Sue had been watching him survey her body,
and she wished she could take off the cover-up and give him a
better look. The few times she had seen Sam, she had been attracted
to him. She felt that feeling full force now.
    Sue broke the silence. “You’re wondering
about my garb? I have very sensitive skin and can’t be in the sun.
This is as close as I ever get. This cover-up is a special material
that blocks most of the ultraviolet rays. I love the sun, but am
aware that too much of it could kill me. I will take a quick dip in
your pool before I leave. Perhaps you could join me?”
    She had a sparkling, impish smile, white
teeth. Sam had done a background check on her when Becky started
seeing her two years ago, so he knew that she was now 42 years old,
never married; but the skin of her face was smooth, unwrinkled,
pale. She could have been in her twenties if you went by looks.
    An alabaster doll! Fragile! Desirable!
    Sam finally responded, “I’d be honored to
join you. It must be awful to live in a beach town in Southern
California and have to hide out from the sun. How do you cope?”
    “A lifetime of practice. But the beach is
still there after the sun goes down. That exchange you had with
Becky was quite impressive. She certainly respects you.”
    “I hope so. I certainly respect her. We kind
of understand each other . . . most of the time. She’s a clever
manipulator, but she knows when to back off. She keeps her bratty
episodes to a minimum. That’s probably because of her sessions with
you.”
    “She has many issues to deal with. But she’s
coping just fine.”
    Two people approached their table with plates
of food, so Sam said, “Why don’t we try that dip in the pool now.
Let some others use the table.”
    “Fine idea,” she smiled.
    “Here, let me get your plate. I’ll dump these
in the trash can.”
    They found two lounges pool-side, and Sue
doffed her hat, coverup, and sunglasses. She dove into the deep end
of the pool before Sam could soak up her curvaceous body. He took
off his shirt and joined her in the pool, dog paddling next to
her.
    She giggled, “I so enjoy this, but please
watch the time for me on your watch. Ten minutes max!”
    She took off and swam the length of the pool
and back, dodging several people on the way. When she returned, Sam
said, “You should come over here at night sometime. You could swim
as long as you wanted.”
    “I don’t know if that would be appropriate,
although the invitation is tempting. I like to limit my social
contacts with my patients. I prefer a completely professional
stance. I’ve found that I’m more successful that way.”
    “Maybe sometime when Becky’s away.”
    She looked Sam in the eye, her green eyes
playful. “Perhaps.”
    Ten minutes later, Sam watched her climb out
of the pool and dry herself with a towel. His loins ached. Then she
disappeared into the wispy cloud, hat, and sunglasses again.
    I need to see more of this woman! How do I do
that?
    At 5:00 P.M., as the sun dropped toward the
water, Sam went down on the beach and supervised the building of a
fire in the large, concrete fire ring in front of the house. Sue
joined him as the fire caught and began to crackle. She had changed
into a long-sleeved white T-shirt and tight blue jeans. She still
wore the floppy hat and sunglasses. If possible, she was even
sexier than before.
    Becky had brought down a batch of