Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

Carolyn thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.

"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some answering too!

"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"

"Peggy? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't still fun, though. Don't get me wrong!"

Carolyn felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of "Blushing Pink". "She's pretty, your wife," Carolyn said.

"A real beauty," Jack agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad body.

"Well, thank you," Carolyn replied, thinking of her superior legs with pleasure.

"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Jack asked, getting to his feet.

"Yes," Carolyn replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Don."

"And I'll mention it to Peggy," Jack said as he waved and began to walk off down the beach. Carolyn waved back and then applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that Don was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Jack Williams talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing about it if Don didn't mention it.

The Club St. Louis was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Carolyn tried to explain to Don that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place.

They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses of several Rum Collinses which the couple could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving shortly.

Don had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music – or was it all that rum? – was giving him a splitting headache.

Across from him, Carolyn sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Don nervous every time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed expression that Don found irritating. He was glad that his twenty-one year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Carolyn was gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty Don was having in keeping up.

Don finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Carolyn was still bouncing. Don noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously at Carolyn's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.

"Let's get out of here!" Don said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Carolyn, he thought to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.

"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Carolyn proclaimed as they were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.

"Cute!" Don said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."

"Don't you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the street?" Carolyn asked.

"Well, yes, but…"

"They're cute, aren't they?" Carolyn said.

"I suppose so," Don replied. There was no use arguing with Carolyn about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that place.

Don headed back toward El Molino, and as the car began the mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. Carolyn had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of music, Don thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Carolyn had asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Carolyn was happy.

They pulled up beside the cabana, the tires crunching in the gravel as their car came to a halt. Carolyn waited until Don came around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Carolyn could see that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to Carolyn's and Don's down to the last detail. Carolyn looked curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade.

Then Don guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabana. She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Don, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit.

To her surprise, Carolyn saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!

"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.

"Well, I… uh…"

"The evening's just beginning!" Carolyn's voice reflected her incredulity at the fact that Don was passing out on her.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Don said. "Just forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"

"Oh Christ, what a bore," Carolyn said under her breath, as she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.

"Mmm… perfect!" she declared.

She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Carolyn decided to swim in her panties and brassiere. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabana as she slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself.