"Ummmmmm," Tracy cooed with a catty little smile, and her eyes narrowed with satisfaction, both of them staring at each other, their clothing soiled and their hands braced against the cold dampness.
"You dance divinely," Diana replied, a mood of lightness overtaking her now that her emotions were momentarily exhausted, the energies of her flesh ebbing into mellow contentment.
"We're a mess," Tracy noticed, wrinkling her nose at the muddy legs of her pants suit and Diana's dress folded unkemptly underneath her. "But I guess you can't make an omelet without breaking any eggs."
"Or a leg," Diana said, and smiled, shading her eyes with one hand against the glare of the sun so she could see Tracy more clearly.
They sat smiling at each other for a while, all desire for the moment satisfied,
