It is my last night with Julia. That’s all I can think about. After we made love in the hot tub, we went inside, showered, got dressed, and ate dinner. We chatted about normal things--our pasts, likes and dislikes, the sort of things that drive conversation. Then, she went into the art room to paint some more while I sat and watched. All I could think about was how I wanted to untie the dress she wore, a bow at her neck the only thing keeping my hands from the soft mounds of her breasts. I ...