In the sand – Ami and Sasha
It all begins in an innocent sort of way. The type of innocence where deep
down you know there is a fire burning, a fire that doesn’t need ignition, a
destiny unavoidable in the end because both parties want it. Here is our story. Maybe not your “cup of tea,” but it happens. Someone is knocking at the back door. It is her. I know it. She comes every
Saturday afternoon at 2:00 p.m. when her husband goes to play tennis with his
buddies. It all started with coffee. Coffee and girl talk. Her “free time” as she
called it …