The day hot, the South-Easter howling over Table Mountain laying down the tablecloth, yet on Clifton beach not a whisper felt at the FFF-club’s second anniversary. With the onset of moonlight she and Len wandered off to beach-4 for a refreshing swim in the freezing water before laying their blanket on the still hot sand for a chat. When fog hid all but their closeness, there was no time to wonder about right or wrong after their bodies made the decision. The moment was now, and when he reached into the inner parts of her being, she cried out; the sea a quiet witness.
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