>It would be an undersell to say my relationship with Olivia has been difficult.
>She still refuses to use her disability to get an advantage in life. I can respect the drive, but it's starting to be a real strain on our budget.
>Things are looking up, though! Some time away from it all will put this stress behind us.
>It's the big company retreat! They really went all out on the luxury this time. An all-expenses (for the most part) trip to Cancun! Warm rays, fresh seafood, and the ocean's salty spray should do wonders.
>The best part? We agreed, no art equipment at all. Just a complete retreat away from our stressors.
>It's just past noon when we arrive and get settled in. They weren't joking. Cancun is beautiful.
>I reach for my camera, but Olivia pouts. "You get to bring your camera, but I don't get my easel? Look at the view! This is great inspiration."
>"You've got a point," I admit. I stow the camera away as we find a hot sand pile to relax on.
>The first day is wonderful. Grilled swordfish, sand between our toes (mine at least), and the monotone lullaby that is the ocean waves surrounding us
>When we finally make it back to our room, Olivia's smile is almost wide enough to crack her face. I was right. She needed something like this.
>She tosses her beach towel over the back of our hotel room's mandatory cuck chair and turns toward me. She has 'that look' in her eye.
>Fuck yeah.
>27 seconds later, I’m already exhausted. I can tell she’s been getting pent up for a while, and she’s really showing her affection for me now. “P-phew! Damn, you still have all this energy?”
>She grins, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close. With lightning speed, she rolls us both, turning me onto my back. Then she does it again. Then again!
>We’ve been here before, a fun roll in the sheets. It makes her happy, so I put up with it… though she seems unusually aggressive.
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