THAT BEAUTIFUL DAY IN MAY, he and Bonita had scuba-dived three days in a row at various spots off Magnetic Island. He feasted his eyes on her curvaceous body, enhanced by full rounded breasts common to nursing mothers. Her long black hair was braided and piled high on her head, pinned securely to avoid possible entanglement with her diving gear under the sea. He found her self-confidence deliciously admirable. There was a subdued certainly about her, without the in-your-face attitude that he found somewhat offensive in some strong women. Here was a woman who had nothing to prove.
She busied herself studying marine life, marking her observations in her black book. Occasionally, she would glance up from her work to catch him studying her like a specimen under the microscope. Once she showed
