Morton Rowling is a licensed attorney who is completely blind. He's funny as heck, spending half of his time cracking jokes. Morton works in the field of Civil Rights, and No, he's not a prosecutor. He enjoys spending time outdoors, walking, getting lost, reading books, and ticking people off by being honest to a fault.

For those who know her, Dr. Mili Site, MD, an ophthalmologist, looks like she has it all. Few know she has a serious anxiety disorder, forcing her to be alone, single, while watching others with their significant others wherever she looks and goes. Naked in midocean, not expecting to go back to shore, she finds Pete.

***Excerpt: She wonders if there are any sharks around, feeling embarrassed that the shark would eat her naked, as if being eaten clothed is less humiliating than being eaten in the nude. She wonders which body part a shark would first go for. The arms, legs, head, or breasts?

"Okay, Mili." A man's voice says. "that's enough." He has a deep, masculine voice. She reaches up and pushes her hair to the side to see him. She tries to ignore the burning sensation in her eyes from the salty water.

He's wearing a white robe and sitting on his white horseback. The spectacle is so funny she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"Y... You're riding your horse." She points out. "I thought horses have all but seized to be the traditional mode of transportation. But seeing you on horseback, and in water, is just funny." She lets out a soft laugh.

She takes a second to contemplate her nudity in front of that man, wondering how much of her exposed skin he can see in water.

"Are you trying to kill yourself, Mili?" the man asks. He does not move toward her. She wonders if she's so ugly this man doesn't find the urge to look at her, touch her, feel her creamy soft skin under his hands.

"Um. What's your name?" She finds herself asking.

"Call me Pete." the man replies, still not looking her direction.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" she questions. The question is pathetical, she feels stupid asking it. The man has yet to look her in the eye, much less lay his eyes on her naked body.