Polly Bell stood in her bedroom and looked down on the lovely early-morning beach. What had caught her attention originally was the sight of the large tanned man and his lovely blonde-companion, as they rode leisurely through the surf, the water splashing high behind them as they rode side by side through the surf. Stephen and Sandy Lark were father and daughter, but at a distance it was hard to tell.

They were both wearing jeans, the man leaving his torso bare to the sun. He was well muscled and his thick shock of blond hair was ruffled by the wind off the ocean. The girl was blonde too, but a much lighter color and it was shoulder length. She rode proudly, and her body seemed to be part of the beautiful chestnut bay she was on.

Polly had met the Larks three years earlier when they had started visiting the beach area and staying with Mends. They now lived in the cottage Polly had heard. Sandy was fifteen and had been living aboard their boat or at the beach house for over three years. Steve Lark held a Master's Degree in education and he had tutored her. They were obviously very close. It seemed as though they were constantly together.

The visions that flashed through Polly's mind brought a surge of passion to her loins. It was almost as though she were seeing the two of them together as lovers.

She shook her head as she turned away and reached for her robe and put it on. She was nude except for tight bikini panties. She should put a bra on, she thought, but she only intended to holler to the boys to wake them up. She decided that she would dress after breakfast was out of the way. The thin peignoir tied in front and it clung to her full-breasted figure. She glanced once more out the window at the attractive couple as they rode farther up the beach. A bittersweet memory of the mornings she and Ben had spent doing the same thing passed through her mind. That had been five years ago though, and at present there wasn't any likelihood that she would soon be accompanying anyone else along that same deserted stretch of beach. Again the pang of her loneliness and physical need gripped her.