Here's chapter 4. A word of warning though - you might hate this one. I'm not real sure I like it, and I wrote it. It's a little dark in spots.

Yet another warning: Once again., I embark on a subject I know nothing about. I have never gone scuba diving. All references are based on friend's accounts, imagination, and old episodes of Jacques Cousteau. Sadly, I am poor and live 100 miles inland. Such adventures I must undertake vicariously.

"I'm already exhausted, and I just put the wet suit on."

Greg grinned. "Yeah, but you can rest up on the ride out there. Believe me, the experience will be worth it all. "

An hour and a half later, watching a little spotted puffer fish hover above the red cup coral, she had to agree with him. Hawaii's underwater world was an amazing jumble of color and motion. At one point they had been in the midst of a vivid school of yellow tangs; like buttercups in motion the creatures had darted by, then fluttered out of sight. Later they had watched a strange red shrimp on stilts amble past a brightly-hued sea cucumber. It was like being immersed in an extraterrestrial world, then watching the resident creatures go about their lives. Greg touched her arm and pointed upward. She nodded and headed toward the surface.

She was laughing as she pulled off her mask. "That was incredible!"

"Wasn't it? I couldn't believe that school of tangs."

"And the little puffer fish. They were adorable!"

"I saw a couple of trigger fish out there, too. Very good dive!"

"I see why you love it."

"Yeah, we are definitely going to have to do this again this vacation."

She sighed. "Thank you, Greg. I have never had so much fun in my life, and this is just day 3!"

He pulled her into a quick hug. "That's sweet, Sara, but your being here is more fun for me than for you. "

"I doubt that seriously."

"Don't. I really enjoy your company. I always wanted to spend more time together."

She grinned. "We have 2 weeks. After this you might be screaming to get away from me."

He pulled her closer. "Never." He pressed his face into her hair. "So you're really having a good time?"

Sara sighed but made no attempt to get away. "The best."

"Greg!" From her hot pink talons to her bared belly the leggy blond looked like Paris Hilton, except for the fact that she was ten or fifteen years older, her implants were several cup sizes larger, and she had no chihuahua. She flung herself at a startled Greg, wrapping her arms around him in an intimate embrace. "Greg! I haven't seen you in sooooo long."

"Angela! Yeah, uh, it's, ah, been a long time." He squirmed, clearly trying to extricate himself, but Paris was having none of it. "I'd like you to meet my, uh, my girlfriend Sara."

The blond finally released him. She flashed an insincere, we-both-know-I'm-hotter-than-you smile at Sara. "Hi. Greg and I are, mmmm, old friends."

"I haven't seen you in seven years. What have you been up to?" Greg's voice was even.

"Got married."

"Hal Stevens. That I knew."

"Yeah. Got divorced. Got married again. Now I'm separated."

"Wow." Sara's tone was cool. "It's been an eventful seven years for you, then." She smiled, but not warmly.

"So, how about you? What's been going on in your life since, you know?"

He shrugged. "Work. I'm a Crime Scene Investigator in Las Vegas now; so is Sara. We work. A lot."

Seeing his discomfort, Sara wrapped her arms around him. "And I keep him VERY busy when we aren't working, isn't that right, darling?"

"Yeah, uh, yeah. That you do."

Faux Paris' eyes narrowed. "Well. It was SO nice seeing you again. Next time I'm in Vegas I'll give you a call."

"Uh, okay, that'd be... okay..." He turned to Sara as the woman stalked off.

"Thank you," he whispered. "That was the last person on the face of planet Earth I ever wanted to see again."

Sara smirked; for some reason her heart lightened at the knowledge Greg was not interested in the leggy, buxom, venomous creature they had just encountered.

"That's certainly a strong reaction."

"Yeah, well. I have my reasons."

They ended up at their usual table on the deck. After ordering Sara excused herself and walked to the ladies room.

"We meet again." The unpleasantly familiar voice came from behind her as she stood at the sink washing her hands.

"Yes, well, what do you know."

"You're wondering who I am, how I know Greg, aren't you?"

Sara shrugged. "He'll tell me if he wants me to know. Evidently you aren't anyone all that important to him, or he would've mentioned you."

Angela smiled viciously. "You'd think. I'm something you'll never be, darling. I'll always be dear to his heart, and there's not a damned thing you or anyone else can do about it." She sat on the bench across from the sinks and continued. "He was helping his aunt for the summer. He was 22, nerdy and awkward and way too smart for his own good. I was 30, and I'd come to stay with Hal, my fiance at the time. I took surfing lessons from sweet Greggy." The woman licked her lips. "Greg of course immediately fell for me. Hal was spending most of his time flying back and forth to the mainland - 'business' - and I was really enjoying the attention. Greggy was such an attentive suitor - not really my type, I mean, come on, REALLY - but he was the only unattached guy around, not terrible looking, so I went for it. Greggy was a virgin back then, but I took care of that. We spent a lot of 'quality time' together that summer."

"You used him." Sara spoke through clenched teeth, barely resisting an intense urge to hit the woman before her.

"Such words! He enjoyed it just as much as I did. By the end of the summer he was actually pretty good at it. Then Hal and I got married, and Greggy and I parted ways."

"You used him. He cared about you, and you broke his heart."

Angela shrugged. "I doubt seriously I broke his heart - of course, he DID seem upset that day at the wedding. No matter. He's fine now, and it's all part of his history. You know, you really should be thanking me. He owes many of his, ah, skills to what I taught him that summer."

Sara drew herself up to her full height and adopted her fiercest expression, the one that made grown men slink away, their hands covering their testicles. "I am only going to tell you this once, so you need to listen. Stay. Away. From. Greg. Do not even THINK about approaching him again, or I will fuck you up. You have abused him all you're going to. Do we understand one another?"

The shorter woman nodded, her eyes wide.

"Good. I'm glad we do, because I'm not bluffing. If you bother him again - EVER again - I will hurt you, and I'll start with your face." Sara spun around and walked past a stunned Angela and out of the restroom.