Chapter 1.
The night was cool and crisp, a cool breeze blowing through her hair as she walked along the cool beach, allowing the tide to flow over her feet, feeling it push the sand around beneath them, the moonlight giving her skin a pale glow as it shined down on her between the scarce clouds. As she walked along the edge of the water, she looked farther up the beach towards the lighthouse, where her lover was sure to be waiting for her. She quickened to a fast walk, or, at least as fast as the sand beneath her feet would allow, eagerly awaiting the loving, warm embrace of her lover's strong embrace, his soft moist lips as they pressed against her own.
Looking down at herself, she was disappointed to see that the wet sea air had caused her lavender silk blouse to become wrinkled. That's fine, She thought, I wont be wearing it for much longer if I can help it. She grinned at the thought of what awaited her when she got to the lighthouse. She watched the light on top of the lighthouse spinning around and round, growing bigger as she got closer to it. She looked left out over the waters, spotting some king of large ship sailing in from some expedition or other. She watched the ship with mild interest for awhile. Finally turning her attention back to the lighthouse, her heart leapt with joy as she saw the steps to the lighthouse only a few yards ahead, her handsome lover silhouetted in the light streaming from the open door.
"Hello, my love." He welcomed her in a soft, enticing voice. She looked at his profile, he was wearing a simple pair of blue jeans that clung tightly to his strong legs, and a button up Hawaiian shirt that was unfastened, and both sides held back by his large, masculine arms, exposing ripped abs and pecks, tanned to perfection by the sun of the Californian beaches. He flashed his startling white teeth at her and beaconed her inside, brushing back his blonde bangs, holding out his large, strong hands. She approached him, taking his large hand into her own and allowed him to lead her up the spiraling stairs to the lighthouse office. The office dimly lit, with basic eggshell white walls. The room had and old brown coach on one side, a small brown topped desk with neatly stacked papers on one side of it.
Litya had been seeing her lover Daniel secretly for eight months now. But only during the times that her husband was away on duty. She felt bad about it at first, but then the guilt slowly began to recede as her affair with Daniel grew more serious. She is able to see Daniel more often now that her husband was serving a fifteen month tour in an undisclosed area in the Middle East.
She looked up at Daniel, seeing his brilliant, beautiful, soft emerald green eyes stare down into her own. He leaned forward slowly and kissed her lips softly, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to his body. She let herself fall into the passion of their kiss as it became more than just a light kiss, feeling her knees becoming weaker as he pulled back from the kiss and ran his fingers over her right cheek. She leaned forward into him for support, as his hand found the button of her jeans….
Litya returned home the next morning to her one bedroom apartment. She looked around the small dingy living room at the small TV, looking for the remote. She spotted it on the old couch. She sat down, turning on the TV. but not really watching it, thinking of the wonderful night she had just had with Daniel. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. Reluctantly standing up to see who it was, she opened the door, looking outside. There was a man from the army standing their looking grave and upset. It was her husbands commander before he was shipped out. He was also her husbands friend. Fear began to trickle through her body as she began to realize what this man being here meant.
"Litya," he began, looking down at her, "I have a letter for you about Robert," She looked at him, searching his graven face. He handed her the letter. It was in an ordinary white envelope, addressed to her from the local army base. "Please, step in commander." She said through a clenched throat. "Does this mean, is Robert?" she couldn't bring herself to say it. "I'm sorry Litya, I truly am." He said. Tears began to stream down her face. The knot in her throat tightening even more. "Oh god, please no." she whispered. She looked down at the envelope clenched in her right hand. She held it up and opened it, pulling out the letter inside. She read through it, beginning to sob.
"But, how?" she asked, looking up to the commander through blurry eyes.