alarm. "The ball was mishandled and he missed it completely!"

Semi-conscious, she hears the crack and feels a crushing pain. She is puking, choking and drowning.

Still in a fury, he yanks her up and, with his arms around her from the back, he maneuvers her to the edge of the cliff. "You think you can threaten me like that?" He pauses to savor her body for a last moment, but is repulsed by the smell of vomit. He places a foot fl at against her tail bone and says, "Smelly cunt. Go take a bath!" He shoves off as hard as he can. She silently tumbles over the cliff and cartwheels to the maelstrom below.

He wipes his hands on the grass to remove traces of vomit, zips up hisbody glistened with beads of sweat and ocean spray. Her sun-streaked brown hair was short, shaggy and sassy. She was jogging toward him along the water's edge. As she got closer he saw that she was more than attractive; she was gorgeous.

He has always been shy around beautiful women, but he seriously wanted to meet her and urged himself to say something – anything. Maybe she would stop and chat. When she got within about 15 feet he said, "Good morning," and felt a goofy smile cross his face. She looked his way, but did not smile or say anything. Just a pretty snob, he thought as he jogged toward the cool turquoise water and dived in. Oh well, he consoled himself, she looks almost 30. Too old