The morning sun streaming in through the bedroom balcony doors woke Bill. He had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching television and stirred sometime during the night to crawl into bed. Stretching, he absently rubbed his morning erection and thought of Murphy lying next to him the night before.
"I wonder what happened when she got up there," he thought while standing over the toilet and waiting for his erection to soften so he could pee.
Starting a pot of drip coffee, Bill took a shower, shaved and brushed his teeth. Slipping on his bathing suit he poured a cup, picked up the box of donuts he had bought the day before and sat at the table on the balcony. It was a little after 8 a.m. but the beach was already active. He noticed that Missy had put out the chairs and the umbrellas and he looked for his but couldn't exactly remember which one it was.
"I'm sure she'll know," he thought and settled back in the plastic chair with his breakfast.
First he heard the slamming of a sliding door bouncing against the frame. Next came the male voice.
"Get your ass back in here!" it demanded. "Everybody will hear us yelling."
"I'm not yelling, you are!" Murphy's voice responded. "I told you very calmly to get the fuck out of here before I cut off your prick and feed it to you, you son-of-a-bitch of a little dicked bastard of a whoremongering asshole!"
"Wow!" Bill gasped. "She's really pissed off. I wonder how long this has been going on."
"Are you coming?" the male voice demanded or do I have to carry you out over my shoulder?"
"You touch me and I'm calling the police. I'll bet your so-called friends will enjoy hearing that their General was arrested for domestic abuse. Now get the fuck out of here."
"How am I supposed to get home?" the male voice had softened to almost a pleading tone. "We brought your car."
"I don't give a shit! Call one of your golfing buddies to come and get you or take a bus for all I care but you had better be gone when I get back! I'm going to change my clothes and go for a walk!"
Bill listened but didn't hear any response from The General so he settled back and bit into a donut. He considered going out on the beach and looking for Murphy but decided not to bother her and he could watch and see her leave the condos from his perch.
"If she wants to talk she'll find me," he thought and closed his eyes against the morning sun. "This is the life! Nothing like good donuts and lousy coffee to start the day. Maybe I'll go down to the beach for a morning swim."
Draining his coffee up, he stood up and said to himself, "I think I will. Nothing like watching the girls to help a guy enjoy a bachelor vacation."
Finding the jock strap he had bought the day before, Bill put it on under his bathing suit.
"This'll help," he grinned at himself in the mirror. "At least I won't be embarrassed if I see any good stuff."
Standing on the balcony, Bill scanned the beach but couldn't find Murphy. He really didn't know what he was looking for since he had no idea what she was wearing. Stuffing two beers, his wallet and cell phone into his beach bag he threw a towel over his bare shoulder and took the elevator to the pool deck.
The pool was fairly crowded with mostly young kids having a good time. He zeroed in on one young mother with two little girls, who were probably twins, playing in the shallow end of the pool. Instead of walking out onto the beach, Bill chose a lounge chair next to the pool and near what he figured was their family's stuff. Settling down behind his sunglasses, Bill watched as the young mother tended to her children.
She was wearing a slightly daring two-piece blue bathing suit that could almost be called a bikini. Her breasts were swelling out over and under her bra cups every time she changed positions while playing with the kids. He couldn't get a good look below her waist due to the water's depth but he waited patiently until she decided it was time to get out of the pool.
"H'mmm, no wedding rings," he noticed when she grasped the railings to walk up the steps out of the pool. "No tan lines on her fingers either," he thought to himself. "I wonder if they are her kids?"
His eyes locked in on the crotch of her bathing suit bottom as she stood with one foot on the step in the water and the other up on the pool deck. He tilted his head down for a better look and watched when she twisted to guide the two little girls up the steps. She was saying something but he wasn't listening to her words, he was staring at her pubic hair visible on both sides of the narrow crotch. She obviously did not trim her bush and it was out there for all the world to see and to enjoy.
