Jack changed into his knit shirt and khaki pants. Putting these on, he felt different. It had been a long time since he had worn civilian clothes. He placed his bathing suit in the top of his duffel and folded it shut. Then he proceeded outside the changing room to wait for Jill. Now it was the end of the day and few people remained at the beach. Two people were cleaning the concession stand in preparation for closing. The sun had completely set so there was only light from the streetlights in the distant parking lot. There were only four vehicles in the lot, one of which was their Hummer. The door to the women’s dressing room opened. In the dim light he saw a young, attractive lady with long hair that fell down around her shoulders. She was carrying a large purse, and wore a stunning black dress that fit snugly around her slender but sexy figure. It was cut just above the knee, with thin straps over her small alluring shoulders. The dress revealed her narrow waist. She wore two-inch heels, and that made her about Jack’s height. The light from the parking lot was from her back, so her face was not visible. Is that Jill? Her black hair is down. I have always seen her with a ponytail. Oh my . . . look at her dress. It shows her slender figure, not risqué, but classy.
“Hi, Jack.”
“You surprised me twice today,” Jack said.
“How is that?”
“First, your gorgeous and patriotic bathing suit, and now this dress . . . wow!”
“I am glad you like it. I bought it just for tonight.”
Jack’s eyes traveled up and down her dress and sexy figure. “Who would have ever thought . . .”
“Thought what?” Jill asked.
“Thought that I would have a sniper partner that looked like this.”
“Calm down, big boy. Let’s go get some dinner.” Jill smiled.
Jack and Jill walked to the Hummer and Jack opened Jill’s door.
“Why thank you, Jack.”
As Jill stepped into the high Hummer, he saw the back of the dress for the first time. It was cut low, very low. “Oh my,” Jack murmured.
“I am sorry, Jack, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Oh, never mind . . .”
Jack noticed that the item that he thought was a large purse was really her duffle, and on top of the duffle was a small black purse. Jack closed Jill’s door, and then climbed in the driver’s side, and started the engine. With Jill’s navigation help they traveled the short distance to the restaurant. Jack parked the Hummer on a side street, exited the Hummer and opened Jill’s door, and again he noticed her long slender legs.
Entering the restaurant, Jill spoke to the hostess. “We are a little late for our reservation. The name is Jacobson.”
“Of course. We will soon have a nice table by the canal,” the hostess said. “If you would like to wait a few minutes in the lobby, it should be ready soon.”
Jack and Jill retraced their steps to the dim lobby. They were the only people waiting for a table. Jill was the first to speak. “Would you like to sit down?”
Jack looked at Jill’s blue eyes, and then he looked at her long black flowing hair. His gaze drifted to her black dress.
“I think I will stand.” Jack stepped close to Jill and slid both his hands around her narrow waist. He felt his fingers slide past her dress and onto her bare back. Jill glanced around. She did not see anyone, so she put slid both her hands up his arms until they rested on his shoulders. Jack began sliding his fingers slowly up and down Jill’s bare back. He felt Jill shiver. “Are you okay?”
“I am wonderful,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
Jack continued feathering Jill’s back with his fingertips as he looked into her eyes. He pulled Jill close. Their lips brushed—