instantly, like salvia, we were up and singing: chomping on our molars and reaching for the water. in the pale dawn i cried into my hands just as quickly and just as perfectly. that was friday. saturday was punishment for this terrible deed and the mexican we chose suffered equally although the lovemaking was frenetic. the oscar wilde performance on sunday threw us back to our happiness again; the sand gettin in everywhere. by monday morning i was so content that i left the house without my jumper.