Sonny walked out of the house carrying an empty basket, planning to take the sheets and blankets off the line. He had dyed and woven the sheets himself, heavy winter silk for this time of year, as a gift for Luki, and for himself, too. He loved them best when the sun shone for a day and he could dry them outside. They tossed like brilliant flags for hours, and when he put them on the bed they smelled of the wind. But on the way to his task, he caught sight of Luki practicing Tai Chi in the wet sand at the edge of the waves...

I'd rather not post X-rated on Goodreads, so if you'd like to see where this leads, follow this link , and go to message #294634. (Just because, in the novella Yes , the guys are having a rough time, doesn't mean their not going to have a bit of fun...)