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wasn’t until Gray vanished that Lizbeth realized she had been holding her breath since the kiss. She questioned the feeling in the pit of her stomach and why she had not turned away. There was something very exciting about what she had just seen. She examined the information she had, surmised that Gray must be a lesbian, and she had just had her way with some tourist’s wife. From the sounds of things, Gray must have rocked that woman’s world. She certainly didn’t want to let Gray go into the house.
    Lizbeth went downstairs, got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, and went out to sit on the porch. She sat in one of the old rockers, drinking her water, listening to the sound of no traffic, no sirens, no noise at all except the sounds of nature all around. The house across the street had the same architectural design. When the light came on in the room that mirrored her own upstairs, she figured that was Gray’s bedroom. The light was only on for a few minutes and then the room fell dark again. Gray must have gone to bed.
    Lizbeth thought again about the kiss she had witnessed. It had excited her sexually. She knew her body was going through some kind of awakening, because she was thinking more and more about sex these days. Lizbeth had only been with one man, her husband, until after the divorce. Since then she had slept with a couple of old acquaintances out of boredom and horniness, but these feelings she was having now portended something unusual was happening to her body. Lizbeth had never kissed a woman and certainly not had sex with one, but in her current state of newfound heightened sexuality, even that kiss had excited her libido. Maybe she should take a page out of Gray’s book and have a hot affair with a tourist. No complications, just sex.
    Lizbeth finished her water and headed back to bed. She laughed at herself for thinking of bedding complete strangers. She might think about it, but Lizbeth knew she wouldn’t. Casual sex just didn’t hold that much appeal for her. It was probably because she had been the victim of the cheating husband, who said in his defense, “It was just sex.”
    She crawled back into bed. The kiss played over in her mind just before she drifted back to sleep.

Chapter Two
     
    The next morning, while in the kitchen making breakfast, Lizbeth turned on the little portable radio on the counter. A young woman with a heavy southern accent read the weather report.
    “Earl, Earl, Earl. That is a lot of what we will continue to hear through this week. There hasn’t been a huge change in the track, but the storm remains a dangerous category four. The storm is still expected to come within a couple hundred miles of the coast. This means we could see a few showers, a heavy bout or two not out of the question, winds breezy and lots of wave action for the next few days.”
    Earl was huge. It had formed as a low-pressure cell off the west coast of Africa and moved into the Atlantic on August twenty-second. It now had six days to build in strength. On August twenty-fifth, the storm had been designated the fifth tropical storm of the season, and given the name Earl. Earl had continued to intensify as it made its way across the ocean, feeding off the warm sea temperatures. The forecast was for at least heavy winds and rain for Ocracoke if the storm continued on its current path, and brushed past the Outer Banks of North Carolina. All eyes were on this track and what affect the warmer Caribbean waters would have on the building monster. Ocracoke and most of the eastern United States seaboard was now on hurricane watch.
    Lizbeth listened as the reporter went on to say the beaches along the outer islands were now under a rip tide alert. Rip tides formed by the meeting of strong currents flowing out from the shoreline and the current rushing in from the sea. The turbulent water beneath the surface drowned many an inexperienced ocean swimmer. Lizbeth decided she would not be getting in the