Philips listened to the music being played at  the restaurant.  The sounds bounced of the walls.

     "Who's that lady?  Beautiful lady."

The background music made him dream, and wonder who was that lady?  He listened; he relaxed to the sounds of the song.

     "Beautiful lady, Lovely lady."

He looked over the dunes of sand, from the atmosphere of the Clevelander’s  outdoor café table, were he tapped his finger to the music.   The Carnival Cruise ship the Destiny, was sailing away to paradise.  You could almost reach out and touch her.   "I have one wish"

The waitress paused when she heard his comment.  A group of men  at the next table made several sexual advances to the pretty waitress.  She spoke to me in her British accent as she ignored vulgar comments.   Pouring  Champaign she said,.   "South Beach has become the Southern Riviera.  It resembled Cannes, or Nice in the South of France." One of the men was persistent and gestured to his friends as he pinched her, Italian style and commented, "Italian Riviera."  She turned, and politely in a low-key voice asked the young dark haired man not to touch her.

Philip watched the incident and was disgusted with their behavior behavior.  His attitude changed immediately when he looked across the white linen table, at the woman he dreamed about every night.  The exquisite beautiful lady was Summer Whittaker.  Sidewalk strollers passing by did double takes for the beautiful lady.  Philip knew he was in love with her. He had made passionate love to her sister Sherry, all through the night, and to his surprise he could not get enough of her.  Sherry had remarked; "is it me, or my sister you are making love to?"  He never answered her.  He was satisfied if only for one night that the woman of his dreams was in his arms till sunrise.  But he was stunned by her perception.  He had fallen in love with Sherry’s passion in one night, but he had an unexplainable strange consciousness.

The two identical twins both had dynamic personalities.   The difference was physical.  A  tattoo.  The physical characteristic was a tattoo picture of a compass in the small of her back.   South point was placed exactly at the crack of her round firm derriere.   He hoped and prayed the compass would led him back to Sherry.  He realized time had allowed him to know and appreciate Summer, but Sherry's many hours of physical love was a new unexpected dimension he would never have with his friends wife.  He loved two identical women in two different ways.

The music from the Spanish guitar player  continued, from the corner patio.   A mix of magical songs played from the Gypsy King album.  To the left a street entertainer  was in a costume.  He was a cross between a mambo dancer, and a bullfighter.  His body was spinning to the dynamic rhythms.  He had a capa that he twirled demanding Toro to come to him.  The people approached the dancer, they watched, they clapped in time to the movements he made, and the sounds of the guitar strings.

The waitress, returned with a fresh bottle of wine, this time her face resembled a pale granite statue.  Philips observed her lack of movement.  She appeared as an art statue that Leonardo De Vinci might have carved. You could not help, but notice her muscular well shaped legs had tightened.  She was dressed in the style of the day, short shorts and steel tipped combat boots.  He remarked to himself after last night, I am again a student of anatomy, and I appreciated her slightly ripped washboard abdominal torso.   Jane had an air of English wit and presence, and had adopted to Miami very well.   She had a golden brown sun tan.

She moved like poetry, a slow motion graceful walk.  Her extremely long red ponytail bounced to the side touching the passing waitress, who was also five foot, five inches tall.  The difference between the two waitresses became obvious; Jane was perfectly proportioned, and appeared to be two or three times her stature in breadth.  She was quickly interrupted on her walk back to the bar, by the six foot tall man of Hispanic decent, who pinched her remarkable firm rear end again.

Jane turned and said something we could not hear.  She tucked her hands into the back pockets of her short shorts as shooting erupted and all heads turned towards the loud cursing.   An overwhelming deep baritone voice began again, “You fucken bitch cunt, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”  The couples at tables around ours were upset.  Woman turned away, and one man a few feet away appeared scarred.  Jane listened intensely, and the chiseled features of stone came back to her expression.   Without warning this rather large framed man attacked her, throwing a round house punch aimed at her jaw.   The full force of his fist was quickly interrupted, by a steel tip combat boot that meet the blow half way in flight.

The speed of Jane's response was unexpected.  If speed is power, then sound is satisfaction, as five severally shattered knuckles, and a broken wrist and forearm bones brought total silence to the peaceful patio.  The six foot self appointed warrior quickly garbed his limp arm, as he fell to his knees looking at this granite woman in disbelieve.  She must have appeared to be much taller now that he was almost passing out on the floor.  His two drinking buddies quickly came to his aid, and without further incident helped him to their car.  As the long black Cadillac drove away smiles were present again and the patio music could be heard.

   "Who's that lady, beautiful lady."

Philip had not seen such perfection in a performance since, Sugar Ray Leonard fought Marvin Haggler.  He made himself comfortable again with the restaurant.   Summer  pointed to the entrance and waved.  Walking towards them was the image he had in his mind, from his Ruissamano etching of Summer titled the model.  True grace and beauty walked in front of Stephen to the table.   Sherry said,   "Hello boys and girls.   How was court?"

Philip and Summer got up to greet the couple.   Hugging and kissing Stephen, she said,  "History is being made by Clifford Myers.  I have never seen a court room performance so dynamic.  Stephen write his name down in your preferred list." Sherry slowly, and gracefully put her body against Philip.  She put her hands slowly around his neck, and her lips pressed against him gently.  She was feeling very sexy after sleeping with him.  She breathed in his ear.  "Did you miss me?"  He did not answer.  Instead he kissed her again and seated her.

Philip tingled when she bent over and whispered.  "I’ll answer yes.”  He placed his lips on her ear and spoke low and gently.  “I tried unsuccessfully to keep you out of my thoughts, and concentrate on the court proceeding's, but last night was unforgettable.  It did not matter how dull the court was, or how interesting Myers was, you took center stage.  I could only think of you."  The look Sherry telegraphed indicated, she was pleased with the impression she had made in the candle lit stateroom.

Jane returned with two more glasses, and asked politely, if she could get them anything else.  Summer handed her a card, and said;  "Call me tomorrow."   Jane looked at a formal impressive card that read Central Intelligence Agency, and remarked; "I will Summer."

Stephen put his glass down.   "When do you think a decision on the case will come?"  He was concerned about the trail, he knew the impacted, and the importance of the Constitutional issue being argued.  Sometimes he thought, the nation had become totally crazy. Seventy percent of the CEOs in the nation acknowledged using intuition, a form of ESP.  Stephen himself had become telepathic several years ago, and never talked about  the phenomenon with his wife.  He knew from his experience, the millennium would be a challenging time for the nation, and the world.  His wife's sharing information with him, from CIA cases would help him plan their future.

The guitar players fingers were moving with grace, and speed as the gypsy music of the night danced off the walls.  With the twins at the table they attracted the strolling couples into the restaurant like magnets.   Summer was aware as men stared at her perfect cleavage, and long sex legs.

"You have to experience the theatrics of Clifford, he was so tall with stripes running down his Armani suit.  If the judge had been a woman, he would have ninety percent of the case in the bag.  His words just ripped through you.  I'm telling you, I had all I could do to contain myself from standing up, and singing the national anthem."

Sherry leaned towards her lover, squeezing his inner thigh.  "I should have gone with you to court, but Philip wanted to talk to me all night.  I just had to get some rest for tonight."  She was trying to follow her bowled sisters attitude.  She knew Philip enjoyed her direct sense of humor.

Summer was enjoying the game.  "You rascal you, keeping my sister up all night, what would my mother say?"   Philip had two agendas.  Their priorities had changed after last night’s experience.  He realized how wonderful it was to be confused, as Sherry squeezed a little higher.  "What we did not hear today was much about telepathy.  I am very interested in reviewing the complete case from cover to cover.  Can you get a transcript before the cases conclusion." 

Summer wanted to review the case too.  "What we heard was law, constitutional law brilliantly developed, and extremely well presented argument  to the court.  Discussed was the misuse of individuals rights, by law enforcement.  I'll call my regional field man here in Miami.  I'm sure he can get the transcript up to this point, and give us a daily update.  Are you joining me tomorrow?”

Philip wanted to read the transcript as soon as possible, and was happy Summer could move so quickly. "I would find it difficult to stay away from the trail.  My notes sketched Clifford as a character for a book.  Summer, what I find so hard to believe, is the Federal Bureau of Investigations, and the Intelligence unit of the Miami Police Department use, and misuse of telepathy as a tool to search human beings minds, for their thoughts.  What I would like to see is any document, with the name of the top man, who issues orders and procedures or guidelines.  I also want to know the technical, or the mechanical abilities, or machinery needed to produce this effect?"

Summer had some insight and was positive if the FBI had the abilities, the CIA had them too.  She might not have all the technical information today, but by tomorrow morning she would.  One call to her top man in Miami, would bear fruit.  "I have heard many interesting pieces of information over the past year, that always involved Russians and the former USSR.  It is also interesting that the Soviet citizens are so aware of the ESP phenomenon.   Even with the 1971 Freedom and Information Act, our citizens have been given very little information if any by the press."

She had brought a declassified report, she wanted to share with Philip that would make some interesting dinner conversation for everyone.  "I have to read this report to you, bear with me, it is not long.  I am going to fascinate you with the content of this material.  Philip after today's court, this story might put things in better perspective."