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Speaker 1: The gentle crash of the waves woke Tests again, like
Speaker 1: so many mornings before, She never wanted to spend a
Speaker 1: night away from Finn. From the moment they first spoke.
Speaker 1: She couldn't imagine him not being in her life. Since
Speaker 1: he went away, she really had eight to be with
Speaker 1: him all over again. Not wanting to leave this place
Speaker 1: her memory of him, Tess refused to open her eyes.
Speaker 1: Yet the moment she did, she knew reality would flood
Speaker 1: back in and she would have to face his lonely
Speaker 1: life all over again. The heckling of sea gulls bombarded
Speaker 1: her senses, their pained wails shattering the memory she was
Speaker 1: immersed in, the glow of the sun, burned at her eyelids,
Speaker 1: punishing her for wanting to be here for a little
Speaker 1: bit longer. Eventually, she had no choice but to open
Speaker 1: her eyes and suffer the assault of reality once again,
Speaker 1: to leave this place that she could not bear, to
Speaker 1: be away from the all too familiar caress of velvet
Speaker 1: seaweed drifted down her legs, the final embrace of the sea,
Speaker 1: releasing her once again back into the normal world. The
Speaker 1: tide receded slowly and drifted back to life, back to
Speaker 1: this painful reality, a reality she no longer wanted part of.
Speaker 1: For the first couple of months after she lost Finn,
Speaker 1: she tried to carry on. She really did. She held
Speaker 1: down a job, kept doing normal stuff. But something was
Speaker 1: always missing, something much bigger than just Finn. They always
Speaker 1: spoke about the connection that they shared, something truly unique
Speaker 1: that just kept pulling them together wherever they were. Tess
Speaker 1: never felt that more than the days, weeks, and months
Speaker 1: that followed that fateful night when the boat went down.
Speaker 1: There was only one survivor, a young deckhead who had
Speaker 1: completely lost his mind. She wanted to know what had happened,
Speaker 1: but the poor lad could only keep on about monsters
Speaker 1: in his broken ear. English days after the inquest, he
Speaker 1: headed as far inland as he could. Apparently, he took
Speaker 1: a job as a mechanic, as far away from the
Speaker 1: sea as he would possibly manage. Even though the last
Speaker 1: tendrils of the night had fallen away, Tess could still
Speaker 1: fill the connection. Some days. It was so strong and
Speaker 1: it squeezed at her heart, but the truth remained. The
Speaker 1: closest she was to the sea, the stronger she felt it,
Speaker 1: the more it consumed her, just as she had been
Speaker 1: consumed by Finn, so much so that she quit her
Speaker 1: job in the city two months after that night, begged
Speaker 1: and borrowed enough money to buy a coastal cafe so
Speaker 1: she could be close to the sea every day, all
Speaker 1: day she needed it. The journey back up the beach
Speaker 1: was always slower, The sand dragged at her feet, and
Speaker 1: she had to fight the urge to return, to go
Speaker 1: back to that spot and wait for the sea to
Speaker 1: take her. God, she prayed for that moment and then
Speaker 1: this wretched existence, maybe one day, but not today. Reaching
Speaker 1: the foot of the cliffs at the end of the
Speaker 1: cove was always the most difficult part. It always felt
Speaker 1: like she was leaving Finn behind. Every single step burned
Speaker 1: through her heart as she walked up the path, the
Speaker 1: most difficult steps she ever had to take. Reaching the top,
Speaker 1: test stopped and took a deep breath, as she did
Speaker 1: every morning, stealing herself to face another day. She turned
Speaker 1: to look out to see one last time, determined not
Speaker 1: to cry again. Somewhere in the distance, the clouds announced
Speaker 1: as storm was brewing, and just for a moment, she
Speaker 1: wondered if Finn was aware of the storm before it hit.
Speaker 1: Of course he was. He'd been at sea all his life.
Speaker 1: It was in his blood. She just prayed it was
Speaker 1: quick and painless when the last moment of Finn's brief
Speaker 1: life faded away. Clearing her thoughts with a shake of
Speaker 1: her head, she turned and faced the cafe she had
Speaker 1: bought four years ago. Over the door, the remains of
Speaker 1: the ship's nameboard stood proud real lyon still had a
Speaker 1: certain ring to it and always had people asking what
Speaker 1: it meant. And then she could recount stories about her,
Speaker 1: Finn and the sea. Every story seemed to keep him
Speaker 1: alive that little longer. Without even giving it a thought,
Speaker 1: she added coffee beans to the machine, relaxing a little
Speaker 1: as its familiar sounds and intense aroma filled the caffe test.
Speaker 1: Breathing returned to normal for the first time since the beach.
Speaker 1: As the machine gurgled and fizzed with the promise of caffeine,
Speaker 1: she turned to the pitcher window, facing the nemesis of
Speaker 1: the sea. From her safe haven. She briefly wondered how
Speaker 1: many minutes of the day she spent looking out to
Speaker 1: the distant horizon, willing his ship to appear, every time,
Speaker 1: to be met only by frustration. The first coffee of
Speaker 1: the day always sank very quickly. It wasn't at all
Speaker 1: about the flavor, It was only about the caffeine she
Speaker 1: needed to get through another day. She never actually tasted
Speaker 1: the coffee until the third cop a sure sign it
Speaker 1: was time to breathe the shower. The shower itself held
Speaker 1: no fears for her. It was the journey to the
Speaker 1: shower that held so much pain, taking her past the
Speaker 1: bed that went unused, the bed they should have shared,
Speaker 1: the bed he should be laying in right now. Although
Speaker 1: Finn never actually lived here, his presence weighed heavy in
Speaker 1: every room, particularly the bedroom. There were times when she'd
Speaker 1: just catch something out of the corner of her eye,
Speaker 1: a glimpse of shadow, as she would swear he was there.
Speaker 1: This was their dream. They'd spoken about it so often,
Speaker 1: even made plans, but there was always a reason to delay,
Speaker 1: Wait until to morrow, until there weren't any to Morrow's left.
Speaker 1: Dragging her feet step by the laborious step up the
Speaker 1: wooden staircase. She passed the bedroom, barely opening her eyes
Speaker 1: enough to see the bed that tormented her, and walked
Speaker 1: into the bathroom. A roll top bath dominated the space.
Speaker 1: Like most of the furniture here, it had already been
Speaker 1: in place when she bought the building, and she suspected
Speaker 1: had been here as long as the building itself. It
Speaker 1: was certainly too heavy to consider moving without an army
Speaker 1: of men to help her. Fingers caressed its curves mindlessly
Speaker 1: during bad storms. It had been her sanctuary, her haven,
Speaker 1: a safe place in the ravages of the tempest that
Speaker 1: kept her near water, embraced in his arms again, however
Speaker 1: tenuous that might be. Draping her clothes over the old
Speaker 1: wooden chair groaned under its light burden. She eased herself
Speaker 1: into the warm water of the shower. That contact with
Speaker 1: water again with fin. Lightning flashed in the distance somewhere outside,
Speaker 1: bringing shadows to life in the shower. The boom of
Speaker 1: thunder echoed Finn's voice, resonating deep inside her mind her body.
Speaker 1: The weight of the shadows pressed against her back, forcing
Speaker 1: her against the wall of the shower. The first drops
Speaker 1: of rain hissed at the window, speaking his words as
Speaker 1: the shadows cocooned her body. Mine was there in her mind,
Speaker 1: not spoken, just felt, felt with a passion that longed
Speaker 1: to be taken, a passion that reminded her of another shower,
Speaker 1: another place, another, the avalanche of water moving between their bodies,
Speaker 1: accentuating the sensations that vibrated between them. Shadows interlaced her
Speaker 1: fingers as she gripped at the wall, holding them tightly
Speaker 1: as she could fill fins. Orrect cock pressing against her
Speaker 1: ass cheeks. The heat of his kneed fueled her own
Speaker 1: desire as she parted her legs, wishing to fill him
Speaker 1: inside her once again. The caress of water mirrored his lips,
Speaker 1: warm were sensations moving up and down her back as
Speaker 1: her hand. His hand slipped between her thighs, teasing at
Speaker 1: the warm entrance to her sex, Parting her lips, the
Speaker 1: heat of the tip of his cock teased inside her,
Speaker 1: stretching her gently, before thrusting, with desperate passion deep inside her.
Speaker 1: Another crack of thunder, his moans against her ears. The
Speaker 1: heat of his breath, full of longing and desire, pummeled
Speaker 1: her kneed. Shadows danced over her breasts, grasping them almost
Speaker 1: to the point of pain, rolling her already erect nipples
Speaker 1: into tight peaks, pulling them exciting her further. Pressing back,
Speaker 1: she wheeled him deeper to fill her completely. Her hand
Speaker 1: finding her own clip, she rubbed it furiously as the
Speaker 1: shadows grasped her ass cheeks, parting them, a firm sensation
Speaker 1: pressing inside her rosette. Their combined moments of pleasure punctuated
Speaker 1: by flashes of lightning. As her core clutched desperately along
Speaker 1: every inch of his length. Needing the satisfaction only he
Speaker 1: could give, she begged please to fill his come insider
Speaker 1: once again. Her thighs tensed as a spiral of pleasure
Speaker 1: spread through her body, willing her to submit to this
Speaker 1: darkest of desires. The sharpness of his teeth against her neck,
Speaker 1: firing electricity through a whole body. Thrust after thrust pushed
Speaker 1: her hard against the shower wool pounding deep inside her,
Speaker 1: pressing her breast roughly against the wet tiles. Powerless to
Speaker 1: deny this passion any longer, her orgasm spread through every
Speaker 1: cell in her body, grasping her sanity and clouding her senses.
Speaker 1: Another clap of thunder as they shared their pleasure, the
Speaker 1: heat of his satisfaction burning deep inside her, her climax
Speaker 1: exploding like a furnace of desire. Her body trembled as
Speaker 1: shocks of aftaglow invaded her senses, shuddering with pleasure. The
Speaker 1: shower hid her tears. Pained by the sudden feeling of emptiness,
Speaker 1: she realized Finn wasn't there. After the longest moment, Tess
Speaker 1: washed her body down, trying to desperately ignore the waves
Speaker 1: of sensations assaulting her. Still here, somehow, the rain hissed
Speaker 1: on the window, reminding her of mine. Sliding out the shower,
Speaker 1: tescon slowly dressed. She was in no mood now to
Speaker 1: open the coffee for the usual suspects, sheltering from the rain,
Speaker 1: Nurturing their drinks like a long lost baby, tried to
Speaker 1: make them last for hours. This emptiness Finn had left
Speaker 1: her with grasped at her heart once more, reminding her
Speaker 1: of all the words that had been left unsaid. But
Speaker 1: opened the cafe she did, as she did every morning,
Speaker 1: the reindeer of people in through the doors, a shelter
Speaker 1: from the impending storm. As full as the cafe was,
Speaker 1: trade was actually slow. Twenty five cups of coffee that
Speaker 1: lasted until midday. She surveyed this maddening crowd, absorbed in
Speaker 1: their own worlds of mindless discussion, sat in this room,
Speaker 1: this room as should be owned by Finn, but she
Speaker 1: was happy to be left in her private sanctuary. As
Speaker 1: they talked in their insolent little circles, she gazed out
Speaker 1: of the windows at the incoming storm, those dark clouds
Speaker 1: that danced across the sea, raged with so much anger,
Speaker 1: so much passion. Forks of lightning danced a vicious tangle
Speaker 1: across the sea. Raindrops ouched their messages across the window panes,
Speaker 1: each one marking the glass as their own, reminding her,
Speaker 1: each one slowly drifting down. As she watched the latest
Speaker 1: raindrop make its way slowly down the glass, looking at it,
Speaker 1: through it and beyond the beach. Lost in the hypnotically
Speaker 1: slow movement of the water, her eyes tried to make
Speaker 1: sense of the shoreline veiled in the darkness of the storm.
Speaker 1: The beach was gray and dark as a tomb. But
Speaker 1: there in the wash of the tide, there was a shape,
Speaker 1: barely recognizable through the dark and the rain. A formless
Speaker 1: shape just lay there, curled up like an abandoned child,
Speaker 1: rejected by the sea, shrouded in shadows and the wash
Speaker 1: of the incoming tide. His edges faded with the beach. Briefly,
Speaker 1: the clouds parted and the sun lit the shape with
Speaker 1: flickers of a raise. A bright torrent sparkled in the rain,
Speaker 1: a color taking her back to the jacket the Finn
Speaker 1: had worn that morning he left for his last journey.
Speaker 1: The shape, the color so familiar, edged on her mind.
Speaker 1: Tess was out of the door before the cup she
Speaker 1: had been holding hit the floor. Throwing herself at the
Speaker 1: steps to the beach, She stumbled several times as she fulled,
Speaker 1: the driving rain, stinging her face. He had to be
Speaker 1: at their spot as well, that very place they at
Speaker 1: first consummated their relationship. Hope and anticipation walled in her body.
Speaker 1: Test screamed Finn's name as she ran along the beach,
Speaker 1: her voice rising over the storm. Wanting him to be alive. Please, God,
Speaker 1: let him be alive, she prayed repeatedly, no rational thought,
Speaker 1: no holding back. She had to get to him, she
Speaker 1: had she had to save him. Well, I hope you
Speaker 1: enjoyed that part of the story. Next week another part, Yes,
Speaker 1: what will test do now and what is the shape
Speaker 1: lying on the beach? Well, you are going to have
Speaker 1: to tune in next week just to find out. So
Speaker 1: until next week when we can get wild in bed
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