The lingering rays of the afternoon sun seemed to caress her naked shoulders as she sat perched on the very edge of the rocky wall gazing off over the waves. At times like this, Sandy preferred to be alone. Katie wouldn't be able to appreciate her mood. Certainly wouldn't care to enhance it. She'd call Sandy a romantic, Sandy knew. A stupid dreamer. And yet Sandy knew if she hadn't been all these things-just precisely all these things-she and Katie might never have loved each other the way they did. It was the precise difference in their make-up that made them so good together. Sandy was the hard core romantic that would never be able to see the world for what it really was and Katie was just the opposite. She was tough and cynical and full of world weariness that attracted Sandy terrifically. They needed each other to keep their sanity. They complemented each other like two sides of the same coin. Katie needed Sandy to keep that little bit of optimism she had inside her going and Sandy needed that toughness to keep from being taken by every butch that came her way and from every type of low life that tried to take her for a ride. It was something great. It was something almost pre-destined for them to be together.