Confessions

Magda walked with her fingers intertwined with Ares along the beach. He had surprised her with, not only clothing for the day but an entire wardrobe consisting of bathing suits, jeans, sweats, t shirts, blouses, dresses, pants, underwear, shoes and even evening wear and club wear. He literally had given her a giant space in his wardrobe and she was overwhelmed by his generosity.

She had fallen in love with a shimmery emerald green bikini and the comfiest sandals she had ever owned in her life. The sandals were dangling from Ares free hand as they walked in the shallow water and his gaze had lingered more than once on the triangles of her bikini top.

“You own a mile of beach rights?”

“Three. I own a mile on either direction and one in the middle.”

“It must have cost a pretty penny.”

“It did but my privacy is important to me as is my security. Owning the surrounding land to my house means I have