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Speaker 1: thought Finn was there for one moment, she thought she
Speaker 1: could save him. For one moment, she thought he was
Speaker 1: back with her. But after that moment, all hope has gone.
Speaker 1: Doubt fills her mind as her heart breaks all over again.
Speaker 1: Is she going mad? Has the loss of Finn caused
Speaker 1: her to lose her sanity as well? But when a
Speaker 1: strange sign turns up on the beach, is this proof
Speaker 1: of her sanity or is it just another thing to
Speaker 1: drive her out of her mind? Hi's Devlin and welcome
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Speaker 1: yourself into Night's story. Test dropped to her knees as
Speaker 1: soon as she reached the spot, their spot, the very
Speaker 1: same spot they had consummated their relationship all those years ago,
Speaker 1: Their tears masked by the veil of rain, her arms
Speaker 1: aching to hold him, reaching down into the tide, the
Speaker 1: sea weed drew across her arms. Seaweed. It had only
Speaker 1: been seaweed. She was so sure, she couldn't believe it
Speaker 1: wasn't him. She'd seen him. Her already fragile grip on
Speaker 1: sanity seemed to be slipping away even further. The seaweed
Speaker 1: fell from her fingers, like her sanity, into the depths
Speaker 1: of the water. The stinging torrent of rain washed her
Speaker 1: tears down, her cheeks, so lost so alone, raising the
Speaker 1: seaweed once more to the skies, not sure if in
Speaker 1: offering or desperation, test cright. Please bring him back, let
Speaker 1: me hold him, just once more. The pain echoed through
Speaker 1: her heart, breaking it once again like it had that
Speaker 1: night the police had called to her door, a vivid
Speaker 1: memory she relived every day. Every day. It happens again,
Speaker 1: every day she looks into those officers eyes, knowing from
Speaker 1: that very first moment, knowing that she had just lost
Speaker 1: her world. She really couldn't remember anything after just that moment,
Speaker 1: when she knew her life as it was was over.
Speaker 1: She had no idea how long the sedation lasted. She
Speaker 1: was so lost, so confused. Lying in that hospital bed,
Speaker 1: it seemed to be like days before she could string
Speaker 1: a sentence together. The nurses were kind gently feeding her
Speaker 1: small snippets of information about what had actually happened that night,
Speaker 1: how she'd collapsed into a heap, how she wouldn't leave
Speaker 1: the house in case Finn came back, how she didn't
Speaker 1: believe a word anybody said, and how she attacked the officer.
Speaker 1: Now they had to sedate her to stop her causing
Speaker 1: herself harm, Like watching a vague dream through a veil
Speaker 1: on a foggy day. She could sort of see it,
Speaker 1: but it was so unclear, and right now that feeling
Speaker 1: of confusion was coming back with full force. She felt
Speaker 1: her heart dropped through her stomach. The confusion fluttered her
Speaker 1: mind once again, not being able to accept or understand
Speaker 1: what was happening. Once again, her world collapsed in and
Speaker 1: she really couldn't see a way to rebuild it, this
Speaker 1: time engulfed by a hurricane of voices, the deafening noise
Speaker 1: just added to Tess's confusion. She needed to escape, to
Speaker 1: get away. She couldn't take this again. The ground disappeared
Speaker 1: beneath her, the noise engulfing her completely, drowning her in
Speaker 1: a maelstorm of sound. Carried away on some unseen tide, floating,
Speaker 1: drifting her arms, her legs. She could no longer fill
Speaker 1: her mind, She could no longer feel as if watching
Speaker 1: herself from afar. Like the rhythm of the tide, she
Speaker 1: could feel herself floating up and down, moving without control,
Speaker 1: without choice, Landing in some unseen place. Softness embraced her.
Speaker 1: It felt familiar, yet so strange at the same time,
Speaker 1: a place she should know already, maybe maybe somewhere she
Speaker 1: had just forgotten. Drifting even further down into this deafening haze,
Speaker 1: all her senses left her behind, the hurricane sounds slowly
Speaker 1: muted to silence. I will catch you when you fall,
Speaker 1: Finn's voice echoed in her head, those tones resonating somewhere
Speaker 1: deep inside her whole body, electrified with anticipation as his
Speaker 1: voice traveled right down to her core, her heart, her soul,
Speaker 1: memories flooding back as she felt his arms around her,
Speaker 1: holding her so close. As they drifted to sleep, safe
Speaker 1: with each other. Darkness moved over Tess's body, caressing her,
Speaker 1: seducing her into the welcoming embrace of sleep, to this
Speaker 1: place where she could see Finn again. The gentle rise
Speaker 1: of all of her chest softened as she succumbed, surrendering
Speaker 1: to the overwhelming sensation of anticipation and need. Somewhere, out there,
Speaker 1: far beyond the darkness that embraced her, test could hear
Speaker 1: his voice calling her, as she had heard so many times,
Speaker 1: in fact, every night since he lured her into her dreams,
Speaker 1: Sinking into that place only only to the two of them.
Speaker 1: The gentle caress of his beard of brushed her neck
Speaker 1: the warmth of his breath, creating an avalanche of goosebumps
Speaker 1: to cascade down her body. The thought, the dream, or
Speaker 1: whatever the fuck it was, aroused her like no other,
Speaker 1: beautiful ways of relaxation and desire, engulfing her body in
Speaker 1: the unique combination that she only experienced with Finn, either
Speaker 1: through his words, his touch, his lips, or his heart,
Speaker 1: or just his presence. Drifting even further, sinking into that darkness,
Speaker 1: whirling herself forward into the black abyss. Somewhere in the
Speaker 1: back of her mind, a voice cried out. The words
Speaker 1: were confused and barely audible. Then again, she really didn't care.
Speaker 1: Only one thing mattered right now, to be back with
Speaker 1: Finn forever. His eyes had always twinkled. People said it
Speaker 1: was his mischievous spirit showing itself. His approach to life
Speaker 1: had always been fun. Life is too serious. There's no
Speaker 1: reason for us to make it anymore. So he would
Speaker 1: laugh and smile. Even silly things became a source of
Speaker 1: amusement for them. Eventually, even if test saw his name
Speaker 1: on her phone, she would just smile. Something about that
Speaker 1: man and the glint in his eyes made her happy
Speaker 1: to her very core. And those dark eyes were there
Speaker 1: in the darkness, so much love, so much caring. Just
Speaker 1: one look at those eyes and she knew she was wanted, desired,
Speaker 1: His words moving across her. Inside of her, that same
Speaker 1: feeling swamped over tests again, touching every nerve, every cell,
Speaker 1: every fiber of her body. She wanted those moments again.
Speaker 1: She'd lost them all. She needed them back. God knows
Speaker 1: she needed Finn. She just wished she'd told him more often.
Speaker 1: Her biggest regret was to fight they had before he left,
Speaker 1: never to return. The pain sounds of her voice as
Speaker 1: he walked out of the door still echoed in her mind,
Speaker 1: the sound of the door slamming shut, the deafening silence
Speaker 1: that confirmed her prerogatory after she couldn't remember what it
Speaker 1: was about, a being dumb, no doubt, something unimportant. Feeling
Speaker 1: herself all even further somewhere back in the distance, far back,
Speaker 1: Tess could feel the gentle sting of a tear down
Speaker 1: her cheek. The pain she still felt every day manifested
Speaker 1: in that one tear, as if that single tear drop
Speaker 1: somehow carried all the weight of her sorrows. Falling into
Speaker 1: his arms home again, safe, releasing a deep sigh, alas
Speaker 1: the world behind us seemed to be gone. She was free,
Speaker 1: surrendering to the darkness in front of her, to Finn,
Speaker 1: to his arms, his love forever. His body pressed tightly
Speaker 1: against her, The beat of his heart pulsed against her cheek,
Speaker 1: a warm caress that echoed her breath. Wrapping her arms
Speaker 1: around him, she squeezed him as tightly as she could
Speaker 1: possibly manage, not wanting to let go of him now
Speaker 1: or ever. Looking up into the warm passion that burned
Speaker 1: in his dark eyes, Tes could only manage a week
Speaker 1: smiled before asking is it really you? Finn just nodded
Speaker 1: and smiled as he ran his fingers roughly through her hair. Somehow,
Speaker 1: the desperate need to confirm reality grasped her mind. To
Speaker 1: consummate the relationship in this new place, Tess fumbled his
Speaker 1: belt buckle, loosening his pants and letting them fall to
Speaker 1: a crumpled pile around his ankles. Her hands moved down
Speaker 1: his body, sliding over his growing erection, Pressing along his length,
Speaker 1: Tess closed her eyes and immersed herself in the pleasure
Speaker 1: of feeling him aroused again, the sensation of him throbbing
Speaker 1: against her fingers, forcing a moan from her own lips,
Speaker 1: rubbing the pad of her thumb and slowly over his tip.
Speaker 1: The tremble that vibrated in his cock reflected through her body,
Speaker 1: making a bee line for her clit. Gripping him tighter.
Speaker 1: The memories of their mutual pleasure flooded her mind, plain
Speaker 1: back the intense experiences they shared. Lowering her head, her
Speaker 1: lips teased the tip of his cock, sliding slowly up
Speaker 1: and down, her wet tongue circling him before her mouth
Speaker 1: took his lengthin. Before her mouth took his length completely,
Speaker 1: Tess hung gently, enjoying the sensation of his erection, swelling
Speaker 1: harder in her mouth. Sliding back up his body, her
Speaker 1: fingers pressing over his chest, Feeling his muscles tightened under
Speaker 1: her caress, Tess looked deep into his eyes. I want
Speaker 1: you like we did in Paris, she whispered, the coded
Speaker 1: message understood by both of them. Finn's eyes glowed with
Speaker 1: a passion as he reached down, lifting Tess's skirt before
Speaker 1: grasping her ass tightly and lifting her bodily up to
Speaker 1: him until their chest pressed together. Tests wrapped her legs
Speaker 1: around his waist, pivoting on his hips as she guided
Speaker 1: his hard cock to the entrance of her sex. Finn's
Speaker 1: biceps slackened a little, allowing Tests to be impaled along
Speaker 1: his length. The intensity of the sensation pressed her mouth
Speaker 1: against his shoulder, biting, raising her again. Finn's cock pressed
Speaker 1: even deeper, stretching her lips, filling her completely. Repeatedly, she
Speaker 1: pounded onto his cock, deep and hard, her fingernails digging
Speaker 1: into his back, her pussy swelling around him, gripping him.
Speaker 1: Finn's moans of desire burned in her ears. His growing
Speaker 1: passion vibrated in his voices. He growled, come for me. Tests.
Speaker 1: Her body needed no other request, no other command, as
Speaker 1: her orgasms spiraled through every cell, engulfing her senses. The
Speaker 1: warm sensation of Finn's pleasure erubbed it inside her, holding
Speaker 1: her tightly. His body pulsed with aftershocks as waves of
Speaker 1: desire moved between them. Slowly, the two moving as one,
Speaker 1: they lowered down into the darkness. Tess was content to
Speaker 1: just be in Finn's arms again, happy to face whatever
Speaker 1: the darkness may hold as long as she faced it
Speaker 1: with Finn. A shock of sunlight woke Tests up. Bright
Speaker 1: beams burned into her eyes. Dazed, she wondered if she
Speaker 1: had forgotten to close the blinds. Stunned and robbed of
Speaker 1: her vision for a moment, she couldn't recognize where she was,
Speaker 1: her stomach tense with nervous anticipation. Something was wrong. She
Speaker 1: shouldn't be here, She should be with Finn. He was there,
Speaker 1: She was there? Why did they have to bring her back? Slowly,
Speaker 1: her eyes grew accustomed to the bright light, and then
Speaker 1: a wave of sadness flooded over her. She'd lost Finn again,
Speaker 1: so close. Her senses returned as she shifted on the
Speaker 1: familiar yet strange bed, the one test hardly ever slept in.
Speaker 1: Rubbing tears from her eyes, she glanced back at the clock.
Speaker 1: She had never changed it from a twenty four hour setting,
Speaker 1: which was Finn's preference, so it always took her a
Speaker 1: moment to work out the real time. Fourteen oh four,
Speaker 1: so that's gone two in the afternoon. Memories drifted back,
Speaker 1: but she couldn't figure out, for the life of her
Speaker 1: why she was lying in her bed. A sudden dread
Speaker 1: flooded over her. Checking under the comforter, she relaxed, still
Speaker 1: dressed downstairs sounded quiet. Someone must have shut up the
Speaker 1: cafe after she'd run out into the rain. A lot
Speaker 1: of things could be said about the people around here,
Speaker 1: but they were impeccably honest. Somewhere in the distance, tescadeer voices,
Speaker 1: lots of voices, and maybe a siren given her current state,
Speaker 1: and that was going to take a little working up
Speaker 1: to to find out what was going on. Slipping her
Speaker 1: feet onto the floor, the gentle caress of age floor
Speaker 1: boards caressed her naked cells as she walked toward the window,
Speaker 1: gazing out. There was something happening on the beach. A
Speaker 1: large group of people had gathered, mostly regulars by the
Speaker 1: looks of it, obviously tried to find some beach side
Speaker 1: entertainment while the kaffee was closed. Her mind was always
Speaker 1: a battle field of curiosity and self preservation, but right
Speaker 1: now curiosity was getting the better of her. Maybe she
Speaker 1: had actually seen Finn and it wasn't just her imagination
Speaker 1: running wild. Slipping a pair of shoes on, she gingerly
Speaker 1: made her way to the top of the steps. Old
Speaker 1: Ron was there waiting. Tess had no idea how old
Speaker 1: he was. He'd been Old Rong when she was a
Speaker 1: kid and she reckoned. He'd probably be at a funeral.
Speaker 1: What happened? Ron Ah boody? Good to see you up
Speaker 1: and about. We were getting worried. Is after the storm
Speaker 1: blew out yesterday and they're still discussing what left the
Speaker 1: marks on the beach? Destintally backed up for a moment.
Speaker 1: The storm blew out yesterday, so then today was no
Speaker 1: longer Monday, Ron, What day is it Wednesday? See? Okay,
Speaker 1: that took some adjusting to what marks are those? Ron?
Speaker 1: Best you go look for yourself. I think they might
Speaker 1: be very interesting to you. Old Rome was legendary for
Speaker 1: his stories. For a tot of rum, he would regell
Speaker 1: you would tells of the sea for hours. Well, his
Speaker 1: preferences run, but any alcoholic beverage would do. Of course,
Speaker 1: no one could confirm if the stories were true or not.
Speaker 1: Old ron seemed to move between a drunken stupor and
Speaker 1: insanity with the worrying ease. In his brief moments of lucidity,
Speaker 1: his eyes came to life, and the magic seemed to
Speaker 1: be around him. These were rare, but worth their weight
Speaker 1: in gold. So any story he told you had to
Speaker 1: take with a pinch of salt. Of course, the tourists
Speaker 1: loved it and him, and they would always buy him
Speaker 1: a drink or two. The steps down to the beach
Speaker 1: were still dripping in rain, making them slippy underfoot. Carefully,
Speaker 1: Test edged her way to the bottom, hiding towards the
Speaker 1: bag to be unnoticed. She really was feeling too frail
Speaker 1: for people bothering her. But no luck, Test, Good to
Speaker 1: see you up. How are you feeling? The unmistakably cheerful
Speaker 1: tones of Rick Emery rang across the beach, causing everyone
Speaker 1: else to look around in her direction. All tessk of
Speaker 1: manage was a gentle wave and a nod to indicate
Speaker 1: that she was alive and not, contrary to popular opinion,
Speaker 1: a zombie. Edging her way through the crowd, Tess tried
Speaker 1: to fight the epicenter of interest. Deep trenches sunk into
Speaker 1: the sand ate from what she could tell. Turning to Rick,
Speaker 1: who couldn't let the opportunity go to waste of talking
Speaker 1: to someone when they wanted to be quiet? So this
Speaker 1: is the crop circleed brigade branching out Who Hostess? These
Speaker 1: marks were here yesterday after the storm. His face darkened,
Speaker 1: eyes narrowing as if to invite her into some unwelcome conspiracy.
Speaker 1: The strangest thing, though, is up on the cliffs by
Speaker 1: your cafe. They found blood, not a lot, but some
Speaker 1: enough to be concerned about whoever had left it, he said,
Speaker 1: lowering his voice to a whisper. They found seaweed, A
Speaker 1: lot of seaweed, not a normal seaweed either, deep sea
Speaker 1: seaweed o K. Tess thought. I thought I was the
Speaker 1: one losing my sanity, but it's in fact the rest
Speaker 1: of the world's come mad in my absence, Rick. The
Speaker 1: seaweed would have been blown up by the storm. The
Speaker 1: blood is probably some unfortunate sel that got washed back
Speaker 1: out to sea. Again, Tess sighed dismissively. That's a hundred
Speaker 1: foott there never known the ways to get that high,
Speaker 1: he replied, obviously resolute on the alien conspiracy theory he
Speaker 1: had in mind. I'm sure it happens, we just don't
Speaker 1: notice because we're safely locked up in our houses. That's all,
Speaker 1: Test replied, her, mind in no state for these conspiracy theories.
Speaker 1: What about the trenches, then, Rick, cast reluctant to give
Speaker 1: up on this, Tests had to admit they were difficult
Speaker 1: to explain. It was almost as if a giant had
Speaker 1: been pulled out to sea, dragging at the beach by
Speaker 1: his fingernails to try and save himself. Of course, that
Speaker 1: would have to be a giant with eight fingers were
Speaker 1: presumably in a moment of panic through seaweed at rocks.
Speaker 1: Shaking her head, this was all a bit too much
Speaker 1: for her after she'd just woken up following two days
Speaker 1: of unconsciousness. Test needed coffee, strong coffee, and plenty of
Speaker 1: it behind her a gentle chorus again, as if the
Speaker 1: sea was beginning to speak. As it got louder, she
Speaker 1: realized it couldn't be the sea unless this se had
Speaker 1: a desperate urge for freshly crowned coffee and a muffin. Yes,
Speaker 1: I will open the cafe, Just give me fifteen minutes, death,
Speaker 1: said the exasperated. Absolutely no peace, she thought. So, yes,
Speaker 1: we're starting to play with the darker elements of the
Speaker 1: story now, So what are those tracks on the beach?
Speaker 1: Is Test losing her mind? Is this all her imagination?
Speaker 1: Well you'll just have to tune in next week to
Speaker 1: find out more So until next time when we can
Speaker 1: get wild in bed all over again. This is the
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