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good in jeans and strong well
defined legs.  Wow he really was a Greek or should I say Scottish god!
    I don’t know why I was
blushing as I had seen it all last night.  I guess I hadn’t been expecting to
see him naked but of course his togs would have been at his house and he didn’t
stay there last night!
    I tried to be nonchalant as
Mack reached down for a towel.  He was animatedly telling me how one of the
dolphins had caught the same wave as him and had come so close that if he had
reached out his hand he would have touched him.  He was totally unabashed by
his nakedness and oblivious to the effect it was having on me.
    I looked up and tried really
hard to keep my eyes above his waist but was distracted by droplets of water
snaking their way down his stomach before getting lost in the trail of hair
that led further south.
    “Why do I get the feeling
you’re not listening to me!”  Mack was saying indignantly but with a grin!  He
grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.
    “Maybe with clothes on we
will be able to have a conversation, not that I mind being ogled, in fact I am
quite enjoying it!” 
    I laughed at Mack’s teasing
fully caught out and felt the start of a blush.  I wasn’t usually that blatant
but I hadn’t been able to resist!
    Mack spread his towel down
beside me and dropped to the ground and gave me a firm kiss with lips that were
pleasantly cool from his swim.
    “What’s in the basket
gorgeous?  I am famished again!” and he lifted the lid to have a look and
pulled out the flask and pastries and proceeded to pour us both a steaming cup
of coffee.
    We munched on our pastries while
letting the coffee warm us up, talking about this and that.  Mack was really
good company and I found him easy to talk to and a good listener.  He seemed to
genuinely like people and be interested in what they had to say. 
    I found myself pouring out my
life story about losing Joseph and moving to Auckland which surprised me as it
was usually something I kept to myself.  People’s reaction to Joe’s death
varied but on the whole I had found it exhausting dealing with their emotions
when they heard the story.  Mack was amazing.  He was empathetic but did not
treat it like a huge tragedy; merely observed that he sounded like a great kid
who was incredible brave. 
    This of course led on to me
divulging my disastrous marriage where I married my best friend.
    When I had finished my story
Mack inquired how Jay was now.
    “Well he’s fine I guess.  He
is doing well musically and has regular gigs around the city and has recently
released his first album.  He has a new girlfriend and Kel, my girlfriend, says
he seems happy.” 
    As I listened to myself talk
I got the first glimmer that maybe my instincts had been right back then and I
had done us both a favour by ending things.  When I looked back on what I had
said I had to admit that this didn’t sound like a man whom I had done
irrevocable damage to.
    Mack was looking at me
intently and leaned in to give me a kiss before he observed casually that maybe
what I had done had been the most honourable and brave thing possible given the
circumstances.
    “It would have been easy to
stay but it was the right thing to go and hopefully when you get past this you
guys will be able to be good friends again.”  Mack gave my hand an encouraging
squeeze and turned his attention once more towards the bay giving me space to
think.
    I could feel the tears
prickling the back of my eyes and blinked hard to keep them at bay.  What a
fool I had been all this time; an absolute drama queen making this all about me
and losing my best friend.  I took a deep steadying breathe and felt the
massive burden I had been carrying around start to melt away. 
    My instincts had been right
and looking back now I could see a lot of Jay’s recent success had happened
once we had ended our relationship.  I remembered Jay saying last time I saw
him that he had no regrets or