As she left the lifeguard tower she looked up to see him one more time, but he seemed to not even notice she was there. He had had his fill and now was searching the sand for another. No, he wasn't going to fuck her, Barbara realized as she picked up her things to move further on down the beach.

Still frustrated, Barbara found a quiet little alcove where the surf played against the rocks. The sand was warm, and the wind was cut off by the outcropping. She laid back down again, and thought of her situation up to this point.

No good husband. A woman teaching her a very exciting way to make love. A house that had to be sold. Christ, she couldn't even be in her own house right now as strangers were coming to look it over like vultures, she thought.

She stayed on the beach for a couple of hours, and hoped for a second go around with the lifeguard.

He had more than one girl to check out it seemed as every so often the door under his stand would open and a disheveled woman would step out.

What a stud. He must have fucked half the beach today, Barbara thought as she packed her things and walked to the car.

She stopped at the old Del Mar Fairgrounds and walked around the empty stands.

She and Craig had spent many a happy hour here and waves of longing, confusion and nostalgia crept into her again.

She quickly returned to her car and started back over the highway.

The good and the bad side of her situation turned over and over in her head as she drove the two lane road back to Rancho Cordova.

As she turned into her driveway, another wave of sadness fell over Barbara Rush, seeing the For Sale sign swinging in the evening breeze.