I watch Benny’s thick, tattooed arms and back streak through the water, his lead over the three younger men almost embarrassing. If I were them, I would go straight past the buoy and keep swimming. They’ve barely left shore and he’s already touched it, begun his return to the beach. And the closer he gets to me, the more intensely my womb begins to tingle and throb. I’m breathing hard, my fingers itching to play with my nipples. I’m going to burst into flames right here on this ...