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one and only reason: at this time of the day, with the exception of the two of them, there was not a living soul on the beach. Just like in the sea that spread out in front of them, which he certified by quickly scanning it. Two steps away from the surf, he could make out her towel lying there.

What else could be going on was something he wouldn’t find out until the very last moment or even later, most probably, never, though.

He had already spotted her on his way down for his morning swim. A woman all alone on the beach, his eyes were programmed to detect like a hawk its prey or a metal detector precious metals. Whoever she may be. In fact, the farther away she was, though not to the point where he would be wondering what part of speech she even was, the more desirable and mysteri-ous he imagined her to be. More so, this specific one, who was all alone in a double sense. Both unaccom-panied and solitary on a deserted beach. Even so, it remained opened-ended if apart from being, albeit in a double sense, alone, she had also – given that the two things were completely different – consciously isolated. Because, she might have distanced herself enough to simply hint at it, but not enough as to make it completely obvious.