Together they stood in the den, side by side, watching through the big sliding glass door that opened onto their sloping yard. Village sex Not cocky. Small talk by the fence turned into friendly waves when they crossed paths at the mailbox. She told herself she’d just watch a second. Evelyn felt a ghost of her dancer’s body — the tightness she’d once had, the hunger she hadn’t felt in decades. No fences, just a wide stretch of grass and a low hedge someone planted years ago, more for decoration than privacy. Walter made a soft grunt of surprise. He caught her hips from behind, kissed her shoulder, and pressed her palms flat against the glass. Evelyn waved back, cheeks warm. Savannah’s head tipped forward, her hair falling in a soft golden spill. His skin was smooth, deep brown, catching the late sun like polished bronze.
