Five Years LaterHe studied Sebastian sun-bathing beside the pool, a slim, bronzed friend flexing his muscles close by. Neither looked his way. Wilson sighed, went to the poolside bar and poured himself a gin, with a slice of lemon. From the fridge, he brought out a small bottle of tonic, opened it and tipped it into the gin. Ice followed. He swirled it around the glass, lifted it to his lips and took a large mouthful. Closing his eyes, he turned his face to the sun and breathed in deeply.
“Did you go to the meeting?”
He opened his eyes and looked at his wife, who had asked him the question. She wore a one-piece swimsuit, sheer black, cut high on the thighs, breasts straining against the material fit to burst. Her body was evenly tanned, hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She looked devasta
