I swam lined up, made a slow pace in calm water, and felt my muscles tighten and relax. I was under great stress and that was exactly what I needed. But the man of my thoughts never ran away, and I turned my head to look at him from time to time; I tried to pretend I was not doing it, and I was proud of myself. Maybe I lost some self-confidence when my husband so simply left me alone. As if it were proof of a terrible lack of interest. And if he did not want me, this nice alien wants me, and that sinful thought calmed me. Even if I did not admit anything else that might have happened, that was enough.
