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‘He held her, arms captive behind her back, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples hard as stone, was that from the cool water or his hot body? It didn’t matter, he would take her here…’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms, there were several large buildings surrounded with a wide assortment of trees. The island had two channels, one facing the stiff Caribbean breeze and another on the west side that circled into the island. It brought back many great memories, and I was anxious to return. Brian had picked me up in San Juan in the owner’s helicopter. The water maker had broken and with a large party planned for the weekend, they were anxious for water. He had flown low over the coast, proud of the views of the beautiful beaches along the northern Puerto Rican coast. We had reached the east end of the coast and continued out to sea for a few miles, at last seeing Cayo Lobos. As Brian settled the helicopter down, I noticed an ATV with someone waiting. Recognizing Edward I climbed out to greet him as the blades slowly wound down. “Greg,” he shook my hand warmly, “So glad you could come down on such short notice, but it is an emergency.” “Edward, I’m glad to be here, and I did bring a present for you.” He eyed me closely, but before he could guess, I continued, “Swing, Johnny Walker Swing.” “Ah ha! Tonight we will share it, a good Scotch is meant to be shared with friends,” and he clapped me on the back. Brian poked his head out the copter and announced he had to leave to pick up the owners, so we grabbed my bags and tossed them into the ATV and headed back to the buildings. I urged Edward, “Can you take me directly to the water maker, I want to get right to work. If I need any additional parts, perhaps Brian can pick them up.” Edward smiled as he veered the ATV over to head toward the small building that housed the water maker. Once there, I grabbed my tools while Edward took my bags and left in the ATV. The pump seals were shot, so I spent several hours dismantling the unit and carefully rebuilding it. While rebuilding the pump, I did hear the helicopter return and realized that with the owners on island, water would now be a top priority. In the late afternoon I was able to restart the unit, and the pump was again delivering full pressure and flow. Although still having concerns about several other items on the unit, I felt they could wait until the water tanks had some reserve. After several minutes I was able to restart the distribution pumps and watched the pressure slowly climb as they fed crystal clear water throughout the island. The afternoon sun was warm, so I peeled my sweat-laden shirt off and grabbed a bar of soap from the outside sink to wash up. I hadn’t really gotten dirty but it was enjoyable feeling the relief the cool water provided, as I splashed it against my chest. “The water… is fixed?” such a soft voice. Looking up, I saw a young lady was staring at me. “Um, yes, it is, up and running.” She looked down somewhat nervously. “I’m Gregory, I flew in to take care of the water maker.” Her hazel eyes returned to mine, and I noticed a sprinkle of freckles across her nose, her tongue moistened her full lips and she at last responded, “I’m Reina.” “Hello Reina, nice to meet you.” Her eyes clouded over and seemed greener as she looked over my shoulder toward the main house. “I need to go.” she said suddenly, then as she walked by me she looked back into my eyes. “Gregory… thank you for the water.” I spun to face her departing back, “Reina, you are most welcome.” She paused, but then deciding differently, continued toward the house. I admired the view; she wore a softly tropical floral dress that showed off her trim body and long legs as she moved with the rhythm of the islands. Her wavy auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders, sparkling like red wine in the sunlight. I could not help but notice her firm butt, las nalgas de la luna or cheeks of the moon, and wished I could explore her further. “Hey, Greg, what you doing?” Edward had come up behind me, thus he could easily see what I was thinking about. Waving my arms around the tropical paradise, I smiled up at him, “Edward, I am just admiring the beautiful view.” “Yes, it is a beautiful view, but it belongs to the owner. So you best not enjoy it too much.” Seeing he was serious, I chose to change the subject; apparently the owner’s daughter was off limits. “Well, the water is up, but we still have several problems to address.” I was detailing what else should be done, and he insisted I stay several days, just to insure there would be water throughout the owner’s trip. “It sounds fine to me, where can I sleep?” Although I had visited several times, I was always anxious to stay on this beautiful island. “Well, the main house is full, or will be tomorrow, so why don’t you stay at the cabin? We just finished restoring it and it has the best beach view. In fact, I already put your bags in it.” “Sounds perfect to me, now what about that Swing?” “Let’s go and introduce ourselves to Mr. Johnny Swing.” Edward laughed. We both jumped in the ATV and a minute later pulled up to the cabin. It was on the east side of the island and perfectly located to enjoy the Caribbean beach. Here were pine trees, which softly rustled in the afternoon breeze. In front was a porch with a view up bursa escort and down the empty beach, yet the cabin was recessed from the beach just enough to afford a bit of privacy. Entering the cabin and seeing my bags, I quickly found the bottle nestled safely in my clothing. Edward had found two whiskey glasses and filled a small bucket with ice. Once settled comfortably on the porch, Edward opened the Scotch and poured several fingers over the ice in each glass. We each picked up a glass and clicked them together with “Here’s to Johnny” and laughed. I swirled the scotch in the glass, savored its aroma and took a small sip, rolled the mellow scotch over my tongue to relish the sensation, and followed with a warm swallow. “Edward, you are right, this Scotch is really something special.” He had recommended it previously so I had promised I would bring a bottle next trip. We enjoyed conversation as friends often do, it had been two years since I last visited this paradise, yet, as Island Manager, Edward was free to come as often as he wished. I reminded him that I really should come more often, if not for the water maker, then for my spirit. He just smiled and relished his own contentment. We finished the Scotch, where upon Edward said we could have dinner at the main house. The owners would be at the main table but we could enjoy the bar area with fresh seafood. He insisted I keep the bottle in the cabin, but that we would surely finish it before my departure. After he departed, I continued to enjoy the evening and the last of my drink, while I opened my tablet and read over the last stanza of a poem I had been writing. In my spare time, I wrote stories and some poetry. Traveling as I did, little time was left for a love life, which pushed me to write, if only to keep in touch with my heart. I happened to look up, when I saw Reina, alone, down on the beach. She stood staring at the ocean; the nearest island was ten miles out and beyond that was only deep blue ocean. For several minutes she stared, as if trying to make a decision, then she suddenly pulled her dress over her head. Now in only the tiniest of panties, she strode into the waves, without pause, just walking purposely into the water. As it came up to her tummy, she dove in, and started swimming. She was headed straight out to sea. She did not appear to be a confident swimmer and I could see she was nearly floundering already. I knew there would be currents once at the reef, and she was nearly there already. I had already stood up, to see her better, but now my contemplation became concern. I peeled off my t-shirt as I ran toward the beach. I kicked off my boat shoes and had peeled off my jeans as I hit the surf. I could see she was seriously floundering and yet she still tried to swim further out. I dove in the water and swam; I had spent a lifetime on the ocean and I knew it would still take a minute to swim out to her. If she was fine, then once I caught up with her, Okay, I would just admire the view; but I was afraid she might be in serious trouble. I looked ahead, and not seeing her, redoubling my efforts. It was still far too many seconds later when I arrived at the location I had last seen her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I quickly scanned the horizon and as I did, she surfaced, her arms thrashing. A moment later, I was there behind her, wrapped my arm around her neck and across her chest. She struggled, but I had learned years ago that a person drowning would often struggle against the grip of a lifeguard; and thus I held her tightly as I started my sidestroke to return us both to shallow water. She continued struggling until I reached shallower water, and then suddenly relaxed. I released my grip but held her arm, turning her toward me. I could just touch the bottom, so I could still keep both of us above water. Looking at her, I realized she was sobbing, tears running from her deep green eyes. “Why?” she cried, “Why did you stop me?” With her free arm, she struck me. Too stunned to react, I could only stare at this beautiful woman flailing at me in the water. She again raised her arm, and as she struck at me, I caught it. I pulled her arm down, and pressed it behind her back. In doing so, her body was crushed against my chest, her naked breasts heaving still, her nipples hardened from the cool ocean water. “Stop you?” I finally answered, “You were drowning!” “And who gave you the right?” her green eyes still angry, and although pinned to my body nearly naked, her spirit still shown. God, what a woman, but was she actually trying to end it, here? “You were trying to drown?” I glared at her. She glared defiantly back into my eyes. “You just don’t have the right!” Suddenly, she stopped resisting, her eyes lightened again until almost hazel, and she softly said, “… you should have left me.” Again tears spilled, and I released her arm. Wrapping my arms around her body I pulled her still closer, her head collapsing against my shoulder. Her arms lay at her side, and I could feel her chest racking with sobs as I held her against me. The waves had pushed us closer to the beach and I now had firm footing, so I eased my grip on her. Reina had stopped crying and now only stood still, her head still on my shoulder, as I supported her. “Why?” I asked softly, “Why?” “You could never understand, you are…” and with that she looked up, and gazed into my eyes. She saw something in my eyes and she studied me, looking deep into me. I felt she could see into bursa escort bayan my soul, feel the torment I had felt in my life. I did not understand what she saw or how she could see what others missed, but she softened. Suddenly, she pushed me away, covering her breasts with her slender arms. “Do give me some privacy, or do you only rescue naked women?” She half smiled, as though this were a normal occurrence and walked toward the beach to her dress. I could only look at her beautiful back as she walked the few feet to her clothing. She bent over to retrieve it and I again relished that exquisite butt, all too visible with her now transparent panties. As she straightened up, she pulled her dress over her body and finally turned back to me and smiled, “Gregory, are you coming, or do you plan to spend the night there?” “I’m coming.” Still confused, I followed her, pulling on my jeans as I walked. She led a path directly to my cabin and marched right up to where the bottle of Scotch still stood. She opened it and poured a bit in my glass, then turned back to appraise me as I caught up. She took a small sip and smiled at me, her eyes now a warm hazel. Then she noticed my tablet and picked it up, read aloud my last words… her soft but confident voice a challenge for me to stop her. “And where you go, Is there still sun? Then let the sun warm your skin, know that I share the same sun, and would kiss each freckle upon your skin. And as the sun rises, I will share it with you, feeling the same warmth, and I will welcome it with you. Is there not night? Then gaze at the moon, and know that I see it with you, For it is our moon and it lights our love. And with the night, you will sleep, and perhaps in your sleep you might dream. For in your dreams, you will dream of me. You will feel my kisses, upon your lips, and my hands, upon your breasts. And perhaps in your dreams, your soul will find your north, and your fingers will find your south, and you will feel me inside you, filling you. And you might taste your sweet nectar,  and know I yearn to taste it as well. ” I felt embarrassed, she was reading my words and yet still I stood in front of her, mute. Finishing my poem, at long last she looked up, again gazing into my eyes. Her hazel eyes glistened with moisture, and very softly she spoke, “You write? These are your words?” “Yes, they are. I write some, I’m not an author but I do try to jot down my thoughts and a few tidbits.” She then walked up to me, only inches from my face, and paused, still looking into my eyes. She took a sip of the Scotch and handed the glass to me. Without another word, she kissed me softly on my lips, turned and strode toward the main building. I watched her depart, pondered the events of the last few minutes and finally returned to my lounge. Taking a final sip, I looked over and realized my tablet was missing. “Well, I will see her at dinner… Hmmm, the owner’s daughter?” _ _ _ _ _ After showering the salt off, I pulled on a comfortable pair of slacks, and a soft button down shirt. I didn’t bother with socks and just slipped on my deck shoes, the island norm. I walked up to the main house and entered thru the kitchen door. Stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious was a plump older woman, I crept up behind her and gave her a hug, “Cookie, I missed ya’ dear.” then quickly kissed her neck. “Mr. Greg, is that you?” She spun and grabbed me in a bear hug. “I heard you were coming down, is so sweet to see my favorite man again. I hope you are hungry because I have some real delicious snapper to grill and I know you love good fish.” “Cookie, I would kidnap you away in a heartbeat, just to have your kitchen magic around me each day.” “Oh, and if you did, you would be talking me out of my clothes next.” She smiled at me and gave me a little punch in my gut. “Now, you go out to the bar, Mr. Edward is already there, you have a nice cold drink while I finish this up.” Then she pulled me closer and whispered, “The owner’s here, so do behave yourself.” “Oh, I am always a gentleman,” and smiled. “But his daughter did borrow my book, and I would like it back.” “Mr. Greg, the owners don’t have no daughter…” and she looked at me quite strange. “But then who is Reina?” Cookie paused, then drew me even closer, “That be the owner’s wife, but she don’t talk with us none… she just sits next to Mr. Victor…” and her voice dropped even lower, “Like a stature, oh, she talk, but it like she isn’t even there, like she is just reading some lines that she don’t like.” Puzzled, I turned and walked out to the bar area, there was soft music playing from somewhere, it did remind me of elevator music. Edward was already there and was sipping an iced tea. Beyond him I could see Reina sitting with a stern looking middle-aged man, he was wearing a blazer with an open collar shirt. Reina had put on a somewhat formal dress, which was quite revealing, yet kept her eyes on her plate. Neither of them spoke, and they seemed to be eating a small dessert. I slid on a barstool next to Edward, smiling hesitantly; he looked over, “Hello Greg, iced tea or soda?” “Tea, no sugar.” I could scarcely believe this quiet man was the same Edward I had shared Scotch with only an hour before. He walked around the polished wood bar and poured me the tea, added a quarter of lime and put it in front of me. The entire subdued mood was in stark contrast to what I usually found here, but escort bursa this was the first time I had witnessed the owners here. I heard a clinking of glass, and realized that Victor was clinking his spoon against the water glass. A moment later Cookie came skittering out and removed their desert dishes. I could see Reina was still eating hers, but as Cookie removed her dish, Reina looked up at me. I did see a moment of life in her eyes, but she checked herself and looked down at the table. A moment later, Victor stood up, and pulled Reina’s chair out. He then turned and walked toward the stairs, Reina fell one step behind. I noticed Edward’s view remained on the mirror above the bar. As they turned at the landing, Reina was still one step behind, and she was facing me. For an instant, she looked at me… smiled and disappeared up the stairs. “Did she smile at you?” Edward hissed. “Huh? What are you talking about?” as I could see Edward was upset, I feigned confusion. “I saw her, in the mirror, she smiled at you.” He no longer hissed, but I could see he was still concerned. “Relax, Edward, she stopped by the cabin and borrowed a book.” “Is that all?” “Yes, she just borrowed a book, nothing happened. Why are you so worked up?” I could see Edward attempt to visibly relax, “Oh, nothing to worry you about, you will be gone in a few days anyway. How about something stronger to drink?” He walked over to the cooler and pulled out a couple of cold beers and sat them on the bar. I opened one and thought about Reina, I was sure she had been really trying to drown herself and now everything was normal? And why did I keep it a secret? After finishing Cookies fantastic fish, I feigned tiredness, yawned and headed back to my cabin. Looking up to the big building, I could see several lights on; one was the owner’s private study and soft lights also shown in the master bedroom. In the corner of the bedroom balcony, I saw Reina, she was reading from my tablet. She was in her nightgown, and although I’m not a voyeur, I did want to watch her. I softly walked closer until I was as near as I dare. There was a small amount of light coming from the room and she held my tablet in that beam of light, reading it. The light also playing upon her features and thus I stood, gazing at her face, as she read my words. Her full lips moved, repeating my words silently. They were my words, so I could recognize them even without hearing her voice. We’ve met, though we haven’t touched, I feel your passion, but not your taste. You are aware; your words excite me, Separated still, your body chaste. I stood there, mesmerized. Nearly an hour had passed, yet she still read. I felt held captive by her, not by her beauty, as great as it was; but held by her heart, expressed in her eyes and her lips as she read my words. At long last, she closed my tablet, and clutching it to her chest, entered the bedroom. She slid my tablet beneath her pillow and lay upon the bed. I could watch no longer, I turned and walked toward my cabin. But, I did not stop at the cabin; I walked on to the beach and gazed at the night sky. The moon had risen and the stars as well. And as I looked at the stars, I thought of her freckles and her eyes, sometimes hazel, sometimes green. I looked at the moon, and I thought of her body, as she walked back from the ocean. And I smelled the ocean, and I wanted to feel her lips… her kiss. _ _ _ _ _ I lay on the silken sheets, the moonlight caressing me, my camisole shimmered in the moonlight. Alone, as Victor was still in the study, and I knew he would be there still longer, much longer. He never spoke of why he was there so much, and kept the door always locked. Once, I wondered why he spent so much time there, late at night, but now I no longer cared. When he did join me in bed, it was only to sleep, and those moments he did touch me, I was afraid. After these years together, I still feared him. He had never struck me, indeed never hurt me, but nor had he shown me love, or passion. He seemed empty of all emotions. But once, I had defied him, and his eyes had changed. They had blazed with such an intensity of raw seething rage, of a madman bent on murderous dismemberment; that I fled, hiding under the bed for hours and did not come out until finally I heard his car leave. Later when he returned, it was as though it had never happened; he was again emotionless. I could not leave him, for it would mean a death sentence. He would surely stalk me until I was most vulnerable and strike. He had never said that, but I knew Victor, so I had no doubt. It would happen. He had done it to others. A few hours ago it had seemed so simple, swim until I could no longer swim; then let the ocean take me. I would be free, free of Victor and free of fear. But that man… that mechanic… Gregory had ruined it. Just as I was slipping under water he had grabbed me, I had tried to fight him, but he had simply pulled me toward the shore. I had looked in his eyes and he did seem concerned, the realization of what I had tried to do at last struck me. I cried, yet instead of ignoring me, he held me. Nothing more, he just held me. No one had held me for so long; my father would hold me when I was a child and I felt safe. I felt safe with Gregory. Finally, I had stopped crying and I again looked in his eyes, and instead of anger, I saw compassion; instead of indifference, I saw empathy; and instead of hatred, I saw pain and sadness. I was a stranger, yet he cared. I realized I was really quite naked in front of this man, yet he had only held me; he had only cared for me. But now, I blushed and needed to cover myself. He followed me, as I put on my dress and walked up to the cabin. I saw the Scotch there and poured a bit in a glass to warm me.

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