So this story begins on a wonderful vacation, off in the islands somewhere. After a full day of sun and surf, the kids are all already snoozing away in the adjoining hotel room. Not enjoying the heat, I’m taking a cool shower to get more comfortable. Strolling out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around my waist, I call out babe once or twice as I pad across the thick carpeting of the suite. I hear you call “Out here” and finally find you out on the attached deck, watching the waves lap against the sandy beach as the moonlight rolls across the water.