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She got up and got dressed quickly without leaving me wet. I got into the car and took the GPS off the nightstand. This opened my mind to other opportunities) I was finishing my shower before the blunt things flew by. I slowed down so that the flying parts of the pitch came out at the same time as the blunt things flew. No cursing intended. It was oddly relaxing. He had oddly hypnotic effects. It almost made me wide open. I was over in awe of the whole thing. It was as if the way he communicated with his friend fused into the way we communicate in the real world. He seemed to know everything there was to know about sex, about the body and the souls we share. He is what turns me on. Even the physical as opposed to the mental think of what he could do to me transformed me into that deep wet tube of wetting that swells in my belly and fills me. It was like the blade of a knife through my skin. I had found myself looking at his face in the mirror at the angle of vision that only his warped form can give me. I was paralyzed with desire until I could talk to him. At that point, a night of drunken revelry and laying on the beach was all that kept me going.

It was like an existential nightmare. It was a road that did lead to nothing. When the night was over, I made it home safely. I felt relief. But the return of bad memories scared not a bit. I continued exploring the rest of the night, and slept in. It was a more lucid dream that might have been dream, if the events of the day had continued. It took more than an hour to get home. My parents were on vacation when I arrived. They were furious with me for staying up so late. They were in the middle of a vacation themselves. They couldn't understand why I stayed up late. I had to work that Saturday too. Even though my shift was late, I still had two hours to get home. I made my way to the front door of his house. It was a small one, and very little fun.

The key was in the door. I knocked lightly. He opened the door, smiled, and said he'd wait for me in the lounge. I followed him to the edge of the lake. There wasn't a soul in the world he was sacrificing for his own comfort. I followed the path he laid out. I was swept up in a sea of water that deepened with the full weight of the waves and the rush of the current. He was behind me. Water was his. I saw nothing but the tip of the knife cutting through the wood. It was hot. I let the water overwhelm me. The kick of his shoes on my calves startled me. I tried to kick as hard as I could, but I kept losing my footing. I struggled, but I was caught. I struggled more. He saw my struggle and came closer..

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