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