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It is a Saturday just like any other for Isabella. She lies in bed listening to the familiar ticking of the clock as dawn creeps towards daylight. It is 4 a.m. and she resists the urge to toss and turn in this familiar state of early waking that has become her newest habit. She will not give into the frustration of it.

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It was her day. The trip to Boston without our kids was my idea, and after checking into a luxury hotel and putting a nice bottle of wine in the refrigerator, I spent the entire first day in the city with Kara, my wife, letting her shop to her heart's content. This delighted her to no end, as our little town doesn't have the shops and selection of a major city. She loved the attention I paid to her and the time I allowed for her to shop with no pressure to hurry it along. In short, she was in a great mood by the time the afternoon concluded.

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"Drink then?" Steve asked for the third time. "Mmmm," came the semi-conscious reply. He was bored, thirsty, and bored. He got off his sun lounger and wandered off to the bar at the other side of the pool, grabbing an eyeful of the blonde in the black bikini, as he walked past, from behind the cover of his shades. Unbeknown to him the blonde had watched his departure from behind her own shades. She had chosen a spot in the sun next to this nice British couple on purpose - they looked like fun.

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