I pulled up in the parking bay, and before I had switched off the engine, Gina had flung her door wide and almost leaped out of the car. I had to smile at her joy and exuberance. She was young again, revelling in the slightly spray tinged freshness of the breeze coming off the ocean. To a lesser extent, it had that effect upon me too. She sang out “Come on” and almost skipped down a side path to the front of the house. It was breathtaking! The kidney shaped pool with a cabana; the manicured lawn running down to a white beach made private by rocky headlands jutting into the water on each side. I was on a movie set.
There was no stopping Gina. While I was mesmerised by the surrounding beauty, she had slipped out of her clothes, leaving a trail, like wind blown washing left out to sun dry, a
