Full-breasted, wasp-waisted, long-legged, her slimness sheathed in a black swimsuit, Amelia dips and swirls within the pool, as if, like the cormorant she reminds him of, water is the element in which she truly belongs. She enjoys the turbulence and froth she creates, twisting round corners, surging down its length quickly, that sense, too, she has of disappearing below his gaze, rewarding David with a grin of pleasure, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Perhaps that is why, he thinks, she kissed Brian that night. Perhaps that is why she loves the sea as it piles in, rack after rack after rack…