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Tsunami

By: Krotch_Kannibal



My thanks to whoredinarygirl for editing.

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Day One;

We had been climbing for almost an hour; my sister had complained for most of the way, and I was beginning to regret that I had talked her into coming along. Giving in to her whining, I agreed to a short rest at a small out crop.

The view was breathtaking, overlooking the cove where the sloop was anchored, Mom and Dad sunbathing on the foredeck, tiny islands sprinkled here and there, with a backdrop of blue ocean as far as the eye could see.

Crystal was the first to notice it, barely visible to the naked eye. Pointing, she asks, "Hey Royce, what is that?"

I peer in the direction she indicates and reply, "Looks like the ocean to me. What of it?"

"Of course it's the ocean, smart ass. I mean that dark line," she says, with worry in her voice.

I turn to look at her, and the expression on her face was not idle curiosity, but genuine concern.

Looking back toward the ocean, I can now see what she's talking about. I quickly shed and open my backpack, digging out my field glasses; I do a quick, sweeping scan of the horizon.

I told my sister, "There's no mistake, it's a tsunami!"

I started yelling down toward the sloop, waving my arms frantically and pointing out to sea in a futile effort to warn our parents. Unable to understand my screaming or discern my intentions, they merely waved back.

There was nothing of reference to gauge the wave's height, but I knew that even a small one would be devastating. I also knew it was traveling at hundreds of miles per hour and would be upon us in minutes.

The world closed in around me, and everything seemed to go into slow motion as I snapped into survival mode. I grabbed my sister by the arm and started dragging her, kicking and screaming, to higher ground.

Finally, I slapped her, grabbed her by her shoulders, and screamed, "Do you really think we can reach them? And if we could, what would we do? There's no time! Look!"

The wave visibly swelled as it approached shallow water and the outer islands, completely washing over some of the smaller ones, and now, a distinct ocean roar could be heard.

As we watched, the first indication our parents knew something was amiss, was the sloop swinging seaward on its anchor chain as the tiny cove started to drain.

Within moments, as they attempted to reach the safety of the cabin, the small craft sat on the sea floor where fifteen feet of water used to be. As we looked on in horror, the wave slammed into the cove, and the sloop disappeared as it crashed onto the beach.

Crystal cried out with an indescribable grief, as though her soul was being torn from her body. I could only watch, my mind reeling, too numb to feel anything and not wanting to. Nothing could survive the kind of raw power on display below us.

Sweeping away anything in its path, the water continued to rise as it bored into the low-lying areas and stopped only a few yards below the safety of our position. The water seemed to boil around us, growing quiet before it roared into a rapid descent toward the sea, leaving debris scattered everywhere.

Crystal collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably. I walked the few steps back to the outcrop, where we had previously been, and surveyed the carnage.

What I beheld was unbelievable, trees, rocks and boulders, some as big as cars, strewn all along the beach. There was no sign of the sloop, except for broken bits and pieces. My legs were trembling and head swimming, trying to grasp what my eyes and heart were telling me. Our parents were gone.

I raised my fists and, without words, bellowed my defiance to the heavens. Crystal soon appeared beside me as heart-wrenching grief overtook me, and I crumpled to the ground. We clung to each other and cried for untold minutes.

Ultimately, after both of us regained some semblance of composure, Crystal asked through her tears, "Shouldn't we look for Mom and Dad?"

"No, we can't chance it," I told her. "There could be multiple waves, and we don't want to be caught on the beach." I had no sooner spoke the words and looking seaward, could see a second wave approaching.

As it mauled the outer islands and crashed ashore below us, it carried with it, tons of debris that had been washed out to sea from the first wave and the sound, was even more intense. Waves three and four followed around fifteen minutes apart, completing the destruction. The silence afterward was almost deafening, broken only by our sobs of grief.

Eventually, looking toward the sky, I said, "It will be a clear night, it's warm and high ground will keep us safe. We have enough water for now, although we need to think about conserving what we have until we find a freshwater source."

I rose to my knees and rested on my heels, turning to face Crystal and grasping both of her hands, I said, "We are all alone here. Help will not arrive for days, if at all. The rental boat came with a satellite phone; Dad was good about calling in our present GPS position and the location of our next destination. When the news of the tsunami reaches civilization, rescue efforts will organize and deploy hundreds of relief teams."

Pausing to gather my thoughts, I then continued, "I would assume the rental company would notify authorities about the sloop, if for no other reason than insurance claims. Kind of morbid, isn't it?" Crystal nodded her agreement and listened quietly as I continued.

"Survival is our paramount concern; first, our supplies will be limited to what we have and are able to find. Second, would be shelter, however, it will be getting dark soon, so tonight, we'll have to rough it in the open. Tomorrow, we can check out our options concerning shelter. For now, we had better take inventory of what we have with us."

I emptied my backpack on the ground; three bottles of water, two sandwiches I had prepared earlier, two granola bars, a fire starting kit, a magnifying glass, a butane lighter, a zip lock holding cotton balls soaked in Vaseline, a first-aid kit, a survival blanket, and knife; the field glasses still hung around my neck.

"We only have a couple of hours of light left and need something to build a fire. We'll find dry wood from here up, so let's get busy." We both started scrounging for pieces of wood, twigs, dry moss, and leaves. Soon, we gathered plenty, what I figured would last until morning.

Wanting to conserve the other supplies for cloudy days or nighttime, I cleared off a patch of flat rock, and with what sunlight was left, started a fire using the magnifying glass. As the sun crept below the horizon and from slowly adding larger pieces, we had a nice campfire providing warmth and comforting light in the darkness.

Huddled close to the fire, sharing a bottle of water and eating our sandwiches, Crystal asked, "Do you think Mom and Dad could have survived?"

"I don't know." Not really believing my own answer, but hoping to console her for the moment.

"Are we going down in the morning," she asked.

"Yes, there may be things we can use," I answered.

"Are we going to stay down there?"

"I think we'll have to. We can't make this climb every day."

"What if we find Mom and Dad?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." I wasn't really wanting to think about that.

"Royce, I feel so scared and lost. What are we going to do?"

"Bottom line? Survive, the best way we can."

Crystal scooted up against me, knees drawn; arms wrapped around them and leaned her head on my shoulder. I wrapped the thin survival blanket around us as we sat staring at the fire, consumed by our own thoughts. Ultimately, sometime during the night, sleep came.

Day Two;

I awoke the next morning during the predawn light; the fire was out, Crystal's head resting in my lap. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her face streaked from tears; yet, looking so innocent and vulnerable. I stroked her hair as she slept, wondering how I was going to take care of her; how we were going to get off this wretched island, and if rescued, what then?

Returning to civilization would bring a ton of personal and legal issues. Settling our parents' estate, dealing with relatives and lawyers, and a myriad of other unforeseen issues. Worst of all, trying to rebuild our lives without the love and guidance of our parents.

As these terrible and sobering thoughts ran helter-skelter through my mind, I felt Crystal stir. I looked down to find her staring up at me, and she asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Two things, actually. Next time, you're the pillow!" She had to laugh.

"And the other?" She inquired.

"I just noticed; you have the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen."

Crystal reached up and gently touched my face. Her hand was soft, warm and loving, then she said, "Sometimes; I actually think I like you." And we both laughed.

After sitting all night and desperately needing to stretch my aching muscles, I helped Crystal to a sitting position and slowly stood up, then reached down and helped her to her feet.

Feeling an urgent need, I stepped behind a tree to pee and Crystal cries out, "Hey, what about me?"

Still in the midst of a strong stream, I lean around the tree, while wiggling my eyebrows, I reply, smiling, "You can join me if you want to; otherwise, the bathroom is occupied!"

With the morning ritual completed and walking toward the backpack, I told her, "Your turn." She disappeared behind the tree, as I repacked our gear. When she returned, I simply said, "Now for the hard part," and slowly started heading down to the cove, with Crystal close behind.

It was slow going around the tangled devastation, uprooted trees and rocks lay everywhere. We gathered ropes, pulleys, canned food items, a large piece of canvas torn from the sails, anything of use from the shattered sloop. Always dreading the thought of finding a body and finding none.

It was almost noon before we stopped to rest. I opened a large can of peaches we had found; we ate them with our fingers, sharing the juice and creating a sticky mess. Although the shoreline was cluttered with debris, the water had cleared overnight. We waded out to our knees and cleaned ourselves off.

Looking out to sea, I noticed storm clouds in the distance, and said out loud, "This may be our lucky day."

Noticing where I was looking, Crystal commented, "Oh great! My brother has lost his mind and thinks a storm heading our way is good news! How, may I ask, is this lucky?"

"Fresh water," I replied, "We need to gather all the containers we can find: jugs, bottles, cans, pots, pans, anything at all to capture the rainwater. Get your ass moving, we may not get another opportunity like this." Without another word, we ran back to the beach.

Crystal was a great scavenger, finding a couple dozen containers and, much to my surprise, improvised catch trays to maximize our efforts; all the while, I set up a makeshift shelter roof with the scavenged canvas and gathered wood for the night's fire.

Remembering various episodes of survival reality shows and with little time remaining, I arranged several bowling ball sized rocks under the canvas and with Crystal's help, dragged a large piece of the sloops' interior cabin floor on top of them. This would help keep us dry and away from the tiny bugs that live in the sand.

When the rain started, we watched the runoff from the canvas spill into our first few containers, exchanging them for empty ones as needed. We drank the life-giving liquid freely, and digging through our new-found supplies, we shared a can of spam.

I was aching all over from the night before and using my backpack as a pillow, I stretched out on the cabin deck and motioned for Crystal to join me. She immediately snuggled against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I covered us with the blanket and sleep quickly overtook us.

It was still dark when I awoke; the rain had ended, but had brought a slight chill to the air. Crystal was securely tucked against me and sleeping peacefully. Her femininity was very apparent; I could feel her nipples as her firm breasts pushed against my side and the warmth of her breath upon my chest. Her arm lay across my stomach, clutching herself close, and seeking warmth. I could sense the heat of her mound as one leg draped over my thigh and could smell a trace of her scented shampoo, which still lingered in her hair. I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tight, selfishly savoring the touch of her body, as we desperately clung to one another.

Her breathing changed, and I knew she was awake; she never moved and, after a few moments, quietly whispered into the dark, "I'm glad you're here. I wouldn't have survived and would have been washed away with Mom and Dad, if you hadn't asked me to go with you."

"I'm glad you did. I don't know how I would have handled all this, if I were alone. Don't take this wrong, but you being here forced me to think of someone else; otherwise, I may have just given up; so, in a way, you saved me," I said softly. 

"Do you think we need to build a fire?" Crystal asked.

"I kind of like it right here, for now," I replied, giving her a squeeze.

Crystal grunted under the pressure and then said, "Me too."

We both talked quietly, for what must have been hours, listening to the sound of the surf and enjoying the comfort of being in each other's arms. Feelings, which we had never shared in the past, were gradually surfacing to a point we could express them without ridicule or embarrassment; until, once again, we drifted off to sleep.

Day Three;

It was daylight when Crystal shook me awake, saying, "Hey, sleepyhead! Come on, get up, look what I found! I'm starving, do you think we can cook them?"

Once my head cleared, I raised up on one elbow and saw she was holding a soft-shelled crab between two fingers.

"Ugh," I exclaimed, shaking my head, "it's not worth the effort."

"And what about these?" she asked, holding up a plastic milk crate, containing at least a dozen more, and beaming with excitement.

She continued, "There were hundreds of them scurrying everywhere. I ran around like a crazy woman looking for something to put them in and found the crate hung up on a tree over there. I thought about using my shirt, but figured that would give you too much of a thrill," and we laughed until our sides hurt.

The mood was almost festive; Crystal pranced around, proud as a peacock, while I started a fire. Earlier, we found a cooking pot, now filled to the brim with rainwater, large enough to boil our meal.

We drank our fill from the pot, not wanting to waste any of the water, and placed the remainder over the fire. Once it reached a rolling boil, I slipped four crabs into the water.

Crystal asked, "How long do we let them boil?"

"I'm not sure; seafood doesn't take long. I'd guess for about ten minutes," I answered.

"I saw another piece of decking over by where I found the crate, we'll need something to put them on. I'll be right back," she called over her shoulder as she headed toward the uprooted tree.

I watched as she walked away; her body was tanned, lean muscles flexing as she strode across the sand, curves in all the right places, her long brown hair blowing in the breeze and remembering how exquisite she felt lying against me the night before.

I openly stared as she returned with a piece of wood tucked under her arm about the size of a TV tray. As she approached and keeping her eyes on me, she knelt beside me in the sand, smiled warmly and said, "Penny for your thoughts."

Hesitatingly, I responded, "In all honesty, being your brother; you may be appalled at my thoughts!"

"Since we're being honest, what would you say, if I were thinking the same?" She countered.

I couldn't move; I couldn't speak; I could barely think! Did I hear what I thought I heard? Does she know what I'm thinking? Is it that obvious or can she somehow read my thoughts?

Without warning, Crystal placed her hand against my cheek, leaned forward and kissed me. Resting back on her heels, she then said, "We'll continue this discussion later. Right now, let's eat!"

Returning to earth and using two slender sticks as tongs, I placed the crabs on the small piece of wood and put four more into the boiling water; explaining to Crystal, cooked meat will keep longer.

We ate like primitive tribesmen; ripping off chunks with our teeth, spitting out what we couldn't chew, juices dripping from our chins and elbows, talking with our mouths full and laughing as if we hadn't a care in the world.

When we had finished, we washed off in the surf and returned to the small fire, continuing to cook the remaining crabs, when Crystal said, "You seem to be pretty knowledgeable when it comes to survival. Did Dad teach you this?"

"Not everything, the majority was in the military. The job included 12 weeks of survival training, being dropped off in some remote location and learning how to live off the land." I answered.

"I remember when you joined eight years ago, I was only thirteen. You were an overgrown pain in the ass and at the time; I thought, good riddance."

"And what do you think now?"

"There's a possibility you might be worth keeping around!"

"Only a possibility?"

"Yeah, ask me later; right now, the jury is still out!" She quipped and then asked, "What did you do in the military?"

"Oh, marched around and saluted a lot; you know," I mumbled, stirring the crabs.

Instantly detecting that I was evading her question, Crystal snapped, "I thought we were being honest with one another; out with it!"

I looked into those amazing blue eyes and asked, "Are you sure you really want to hear the truth?"

"Yes, always," she whispered.

"You may think differently of me, after hearing it," I said looking at the ground.

She reached out and put her hand under my chin, raising my face until we were looking at each other and said, "Royce, you're the only family I have left; you've thought of nothing but me during all this, there's nothing that could change the way I think or feel, when it comes to you. What is it you're so reluctant to say?"

"What I did in the military, is the reason I'm here today. I was a sniper; a pleasant term for paid assassin. I don't know how many people I've killed; although, each face haunts me. Just do your job, they'd tell me, and I'd kill again. Others would say; it gets easier with time, and I'd kill again. But they lied. Each mission became more gruesome, entire families became targets: mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, wives; children became acceptable collateral damage. I started to fall apart and the military psychiatrists recommended I be discharged."

I looked at Crystal for her reaction; although, she said nothing; I saw only love in her eyes.

I continued, "Dad knew; I asked him not to tell anybody, especially Mom or you. He arranged this vacation, hoping to restore my faith in mankind, regain my humanity and rejoin the living; I was in a terrible and dark place, lost and dead inside."

Tears were streaming down Crystals face, "He never said a word," she said quietly.

Looking around at the landscape, I continued, "Our parents are gone, devastation surrounds us, little food, even less water and rescue is uncertain. Funny how things work out; with all that's happened, I've found a reason to go on."

Turning to look at her, once again, becoming lost in her eyes, I said, "It's you. Without knowing it, you saved me. You gave me someone to protect and keep safe; to hold as close as I can, to love unselfishly. It's something I've not felt in a very long time."

As my tears came, Crystal embraced me, and I wept bitterly. I wept for our Mom, our Dad, our situation; however, mostly, I wept for me. The pent up and entangled emotions slowly drained from my body with each sob and tear; not until each horrible act turned into a blur, and the dead, staring eyes faded away, did I stop weeping. 


Tsunami



"I'm glad you told me," Crystal said, breaking the silence.

"I've always heard; confession is good for the soul, and maybe it is. I'm glad you know, hiding in the shadows was tearing me up inside," I replied.

"You are an amazing man, brother dear. Now, with you as my protector, I love you more than ever!" she exclaimed.

Sheepishly, I asked, "So, I'm worth keeping since the jury returned a not-guilty verdict?"

"Don't press your luck, big boy; there can always be a retrial," she said smugly and then continued, "besides, I have plans concerning you!"

"Plotting my demise?" I retorted.

Crystal smiled and said, "Something like that; you might even die a happy man!"

"Well, before I die happily, we should check out the interior of this island for freshwater and any available food sources," I suggested, and then continued, "are you up for some foraging?"

"Lead on, survivor man!" Crystal chirped.

I put out the fire and covered the crab pot with the makeshift wooden plate, grabbed a few things we might need, and off we went. 

By the time we returned to camp, with little to show for our efforts and the sun low to the horizon, Crystal said, "Before we lose the sunlight, I need a bath." Without another word, she peeled off her clothes and waded into the ocean, butt fucking naked! 

I could only stare, unable to move, when she turned and asked, "Care to join me?"

I undressed so fast, if this were the Olympics; I'd have brought home Gold!

We playfully frolicked in the surf, washing each other's bodies, exploring, caressing, kissing; until, Crystal pleaded, "My God, please stop! I'm losing my mind! I had no idea you could be so passionate!"

Grinning broadly, I answered, "Neither did I!"

"We can't do anything here; I'll drown; besides, I'm starving, can we eat first?" she asked.

After I reluctantly agreed, she took me by my hard cock and led me ashore. By the time I had built a fire, my raging hard-on had subsided, somewhat, because she nor I bothered getting dressed. We ate our fill of crab, including some fruit Crystal had found while foraging. Once finished, we rinsed off; I then rolled back the canvas covering our shelter, and we lay beneath a blanket of stars.

Her skin, glistening with droplets of seawater under the starlight, was indescribable, the softest velvet I had ever touched. Her succulent breasts were round and firm, nipples, hard with excitement. As I devoured her magnificent orbs, Crystal pulled my head tighter, arching her back to increase the pressure, and moaned, "Oh, please. Don't stop!" Redoubling my efforts, I moved from one breast to another, giving each, thorough and equal attention.

Without warning, Crystal screamed, thrashing about as if possessed, and exploded into a massive orgasm. I thought I would suffocate before she relaxed and released me, saying, between ragged gasps of air, "Jesus, Royce! Where did you learn to do that? Not in the military, I hope!"

Jokingly, I answered, "No. Prison." And we broke into riotous laughter.

Crystal pushed me onto my back and straddled me, capturing my stiff member between our bellies as she lie on top. Searching my face with those mesmerizing blue eyes, she eventually said, "You know this will change everything. Are you sure you want to continue?"

"Let's see. I damn near suffocate while mauling your breasts, and I might add, you get your rocks off in a gigantic orgasm. And now, you want to know if I want to continue? Well, duh!" I answered, thrusting my hips upwards and a mock crazy expression on my face.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she said seriously. Looking toward the sea, she continued, "Back there, the world would frown upon our incestuous intentions. You jokingly mentioned prison. So-called civilized people wouldn't hesitate to impose a harsh sentence on both of us, given the opportunity." Returning her gaze toward me and seeking reassurance, she said, "Royce, our next actions will more than likely dictate how we live the rest of our lives."

As I considered my answer, I felt the warmth of her exquisite body as she lie against me, and there was no doubt I wanted her, what man in his right mind wouldn't! Although, this was my sister, I never truly knew her until now. As I looked up into the face of this angel, surrounded by a back drop of stars, I knew that my response would be crucial to our new-found love and chose my words carefully.

"If society knew what I've done in the past; I would be shunned as though I were a convicted serial killer; needing to be forgotten, locked away, never to see daylight again. However, I really don't care what the world thinks about me or us. The joy we've found in our love for one another; the happiness, satisfaction and trust it brings, among all this heart-wrenching turmoil, is all that matters. I've always loved you, and nothing will ever change that."

I pulled her close, and we kissed with a passion never felt before, tongues dueling, probing and searching for more. I rolled her onto her back, now positioned between her legs, and I worked my way down her supple and lean body.

Not wanting this moment to end, I took my time by delivering sensual kisses to her most sensitive parts, her moans indicating each location and increasing as I descended.

Her mound was perfectly smooth, there was no hint of stubble, and I guessed she must have just waxed the morning the wave hit. Her legs trembled as I kissed her thighs and slowly approached their juncture. Her womanly natural odor was an intoxicating drug; inviting, enticing, an overwhelming and alluring essence.

Crystal momentarily spasmed, and emitted a sharp guttural moan as my lips touched her sensitive vaginal lips. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I drank greedily from the bountiful gift of sweet feminine nectar she offered readily.

As I sucked her clit, her tremors rocked the shelter floor. I thought her thighs would crush my head like a melon, as never-ending orgasmic waves crashed through her body. 

"Oh my God," she gasped, " You are an amazing lover; I have never come like that before," and with a devilish grin, she continued, "As your parole officer, I've decided to keep you around; provided you keep up with your, let's say, appointments!"

I positioned myself above her and looking down at my swollen cock, said, "Looks like this appointment has kept something up!"

She followed my gaze and smiled, saying, "Ability and intelligence, that will get you everywhere!"

All humor disappeared as the moment of truth arrived, hearts beating wildly, flesh against flesh; looking at one another and finding only love, I slowly entered her.

With only an inch or two inside, wanting to prolong the pleasure, I started to pull back gently. Crystal grabbed my hips, stopping me and said, "I need you inside me, now." Reversing my direction, I did not stop, until I was buried deep inside her.

My mind was swimming with indescribable sensations of pleasure while this beautiful creature gave herself to me. All thoughts of doubt and repercussions disappeared as we moved together; slowly at first, finding a mutual rhythm, and then, as the world faded away, increasing speed as our needs commanded.

Suddenly, Crystal cried out, "Oh God; I'm so close! Please, come with me! Come inside me! I love you, Royce; I need to feel your release!"

At that moment, any semblance of control vanished, as we both erupted in an unadulterated union of forbidden passion.

The quiet sounds of the ocean surf could be heard as we lay basking in the afterglow of exhaustion; bodies entwined, no words being spoken, and none needed, as gentle touches spoke volumes.

Eventually, Crystal whispered, "Any regrets?"

"Just one," I answered.

"And that would be?" she inquired hesitantly.

"I'm sorry for not violating my parole sooner, ma'am," I loudly exclaimed!

"And do you intend for this to become a habit?" she asked with a brilliant smile.

"I'd call it more of an addiction," I said through my laughter.

"An addiction, that's another violation," she teased, frowning.

"May it please the court to know, I have only begun violating my parole officer," I said, and she squealed in delight as I rolled on top of her for round two.

Day four;

We awoke as the sun peeked above the horizon and, because of the dried bodily fluids, I thought a chisel would be needed to separate us. Laughing while prying ourselves apart, we then waded into the ocean, desperately needing to clean our sticky bodies.

While drying ourselves on the shelter floor, I said, "Our drinking water is critically low, we need to find a freshwater source soon, or we're in real trouble. Moving water, like a stream or river, would be my first choice, but a pool of rainwater or a pond, would suffice. Whatever it is, it would need to be filtered first; which I have an idea concerning that, and then sterilized by boiling."

Momentarily gathering my thoughts, I interjected, "There's a real irony here, the Pacific Ocean is 10,000 miles across and holds one-fourth of all the world's water; yet, it's undrinkable," and trying to lighten the mood, "a person could drown of thirst!" 

Crystal chuckled and said, "Seeing that I'm a captive audience, you make a horrible comedian."

"Nonetheless, it's true," I exclaimed.

"What," she asked smiling, "the part about a captive audience or your comedic abilities?"

Rolling my eyes in feigned exasperation, I answered, "Nag, nag, nag. There always seems to be a critic around trying to bust your bubble! Get dressed, you delicious pain in the ass; let's find that water!"

We quickly dressed, ate a light breakfast of leftover fruit, and prepared for our journey. 

Needing containers for the return trip, I attached rope slings to any bottles capable of carrying water back to camp; then grabbing my backpack, we walked into the islands' interior.

Bypassing the low-lying small pools contaminated with seawater from the wave, we walked maybe, half a mile, when I suggested we climb to a higher vantage point in hopes of spotting anything.

Reaching a small clearing, where the trees and vegetation didn't block our view, I noticed an opening in the dense tree canopy a short distance away. I pointed this out to Crystal and said, "That just may be what we're looking for, we need to check it out." Fifteen minutes later, we broke into a clearing containing a 15 by 20 foot pond of crystal-clear water; running to its edge, we sipped the water using our hands. 

Displaying a huge smile, I said, "This is perfect, I can't believe our luck! It tastes fresh and since it's cold to the touch, it has to be fed from an underground spring or aquifer," and in a more serious tone, I ontinued, "Crystal, this is very important, so listen closely; we still need to be careful and boil every drop, microbes and bacteria could make us extremely sick and, here on this island, that could possibly be a death sentence; rainwater is the only exception. Understand?" Crystal nodded her acknowledgment; we filled our containers and headed back; once again, gathering anything of use, along the way.

At camp, while I gathered more wood and started a fire, Crystal busied herself by rinsing out the smell of, what she called, "crab butt" from our cooking pot. We boiled close to four pots of water, making sure to sterilize our bottles as we went and then carefully refilling each one. It was a little past noon before we finished with enough water for two days.

"Can't we move our camp closer to the freshwater pool and not have to drag these heavy bottles every day?" Crystal asked.

"That crossed my mind," I admitted, "but other factors outweigh that idea."

"And those are?" she asked.

"First, and most importantly, rescue. In the interior, we wouldn't be able to see a passing boat or ship and signal for help. Which reminds me, we need to build signal towers; I'll explain about those later."

"Second, protein. Although, the fruit you found is a bonus, the sea can provide us with crabs, clams, mussels, fish and various other sources of meat; a very valuable energy source."

"Third, safety. Although we haven't seen any, there may be predatory animals on this island and freshwater would attract them."

"Lions, tigers and bears; oh my!" Crystal said, pretending to swoon.

Laughing, I said, "Now who's the comedian?" I then continued, "Seriously, something the size of a raccoon protecting her young could end up being a nightmare come true; bite and claw marks, open wounds becoming infected and worse yet, rabies. Need I go on?"

Crystal shook her head, indicating not to.

In a soft and tender tone, I said, "I love you and your sick sense of humor, don't ever lose it; it keeps me from going insane and there would be absolutely no hope for me, if I lost you."

"Tell me about the signal towers," Crystal spoke.

"We take three long sticks, bind them at one end and set them up like tripods. Near the top, we fashion a sling and then place quick starting tender inside; finally, burnable items that create a lot of smoke on top of that. If or when a boat passes by, we set it on fire and, hopefully, they'll see it and we can get off this damned island!"

"Can we eat first?" Crystal said.

"Are you always hungry?" I asked?

"After the poundings I took last night? That would be, yes," she said smiling, while fluttering her eyelashes.

"You are undoubtedly bad to the bone and if I have my way, come morning, you'll be famished," I said wickedly.

"Skewered again! There is a God!" She squealed joyfully.

"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, but smiling on the inside.

One crab was not going to be enough; so, we rummaged through our supplies and found a can of vegetable soup. We ate them cold, if you could call anything cold in this heat, because Crystal couldn't wait.

That afternoon, we constructed two signal towers, and I tried my hand at spear fishing; beginner's luck must have been on vacation because I came up empty handed. Crystal laughing on the beach didn't help either.

When I returned, I told Crystal, "I thought I had a couple, but they slipped off the end of the spear. I need to make a new one, and while I'm at it, check those tide pools for anything we can eat."

Crystal gave me a "deer in the headlights" look and I said, "Small fish, crabs or crustaceans clinging to the sides of the rocks." Breaking off the point of the spear and holding it out, I added, "Take this, you'll need it to pry them off. The sooner you learn how, the better." As she walked toward the tide pools, I turned my attention on making a new spear tip.

I wound up splitting the end into four sections, spread them slightly with thin slivers of wood. I then carefully created barbs along each shaft, sharpening the points and neatly binding everything securely with pieces of fishing line.

While admiring my work, Crystal approached and said, "Wow; that looks lethal!"

"Let's hope so. Did you have any luck?" I asked.

"Kind of, one small hermit crab and three of these," she answered.

Looking into her tin can, I see the crab and three snails. Smiling, I said, "You know those are snails, don't you?"

The look on Crystals' face was worth a thousand words. I thought I'd die laughing as she ran toward the water and attempted to heave her guts up. Nothing came up; although, it wasn't due to lack of effort!

Returning red-faced and gasping slightly, she says accusingly, "You did that on purpose, you bastard! See if you get any tonight!"

"Ah, come on. You know you can't resist me with snail on my breath!"

Once again, wide-eyed and cheeks bulging, she ran into the water.

When she returned, she sat down beside me and simply said, "Fucker, I should kick your ass."

"You wish," I said.

She had to smile, but slapped me on my shoulder and said, "You are incorrigible!"

"I think it's genetic. Mom couldn't do anything with me either," I said with a smile.

Crystal chuckled and said, "You must have gotten it from Dad, because Mom was not like that!"

"Not according to Dad," I said, grinning. 

"No way!" Crystal said surprised.

"Yes way. Who do you think you got your twisted mental genes from?"

"Oh my God! Are you serious?"

"Yep! I guess Dad thought telling you about Mom would warp your world, you being his little princess and all."

"Will surprises never end? Take us, for example," she stated wonderingly.

Saying as I stood up, "And the world goes round and round little grasshopper. I want to try and catch some fish before it gets dark," and waded into the surf.

The new spear worked great. It wasn't long before I had speared two fish and, due to the blood, got out of the water before any sharks appeared.

It was too dark to start a fire with the magnifying glass, so I used the Vaseline soaked cotton balls and the butane lighter.

"That's a neat trick," Crystal said, as the fire quickly came to life.

"Yeah, the petroleum on the cotton balls' burns for about two minutes; I've started damp wood this way," I said and then asked, "baked or boiled?"

"Baked sounds delicious!" she answered quickly.

"Baked it is!"

I walked to the tide pool, gutted the fish on the sand, throwing the entrails into the surf, and then washed the fish in the pools' water. I then walked to the tree line, broke off some branches and stripped them of bark to use for cooking.

Returning to the fire, I skewered the fish in such a way as to expose the meat inside, and then stabbed the other end into the sand, leaving the fish hanging above the fire to bake.

Picking the snails out of the tin can, and pretending to look at them while watching Crystal out of the corner of my eye, I said, "Well, little guys, with the recent threats of bodily harm, I guess I'll have to pass you by," and threw them into the ocean. 

"Good choice lover," she said, grinning.

As we sat by the fire, waiting for the fish to bake, Crystal looked skyward and said, "I never knew there were so many stars out here."

"There's just as many stars back home, only you can't see them because of city lights and pollution," I said pointing, "You can see the curve in the Milky Way."

"It's so beautiful," she said quietly.

While looking directly at her, I said, "Yes, it is!"

Noticing what had just happened, she looked at me and said, "You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you?"

"It never hurts to dream; sometimes, in isolated and faraway places, dreams can come alive and fulfill your deepest desires," I answered.

"And how long, have I been your desire?" Crystal asked.

"It's a recent development," I stated flatly and then continued smiling, "Although, I think its terminal!"

"I like the sound of that," she said and then kissed me softly.

As we ate the fresh-baked fish, Crystal sat between my legs, leaning back against my chest. I pointed out constellations in the night sky and answered a multitude of questions concerning survival, Mom and Dad, our future when rescued, and many things of interest to her; during quiet times, we listened to the rolling surf and stared into the crackling fire.

Reaching behind the log I was using as a backrest, I grabbed a zippered pouch and while placing it in her lap, said, "I have a gift for you."

She instantly recognized it and turned looking at me in wide-eyed disbelief!

"Where did you find this?" she asked excitedly.

"On our way back to camp," I responded.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Yes; shampoo, hairbrush, comb, small mirror and some makeup; I peeked," I said with a smile.

Crystal lunged against me and while planting kisses all over my face, exclaimed, "Oh, Royce! You wonderful man! You don't know what this means to me!"

Laughing under the barrage of kisses, I said, "I'm beginning to!"

"Oh my God! I can't wait," she said, rising to her feet and twirling.

"Not in the ocean and, especially, at night," I reminded her, "but I have an idea."




Tsunami



I filled the cooking pot with fresh water and placed it on the fire, I then looked at Crystal and said, "Strip off and sit on your shorts by the fire." She smiled and immediately did as I asked.

Once the water was warm to the touch, I set the pot on the sand and knelt behind her. Tilting her head back and using a small can, I wet her long brown hair and was rewarded with soft murmurings of approval as I massaged the shampoo into her scalp.

Trails of suds trickled down over her shoulders, and I asked her to stand. Eyes closed and head tilted skyward; she allowed me to wash her firm body. I had never done such a thing before; with excitement in the air and relishing the opportunity, I left no part untouched.

As I rinsed her with the remaining water; she remained unmoving, a statuesque goddess glistening in the firelight and worshiped by her subjects. I found myself one of her most loyal.

Crystal stood there for several seconds before lowering her head and opening her eyes. I stood transfixed before her beauty, lost in the blue eyes that peered into my soul, exposing the wretched and sinful lust I held for her.

Never speaking, she took me by the hand, positioned me by the fire, and after warming another pot of water, performed the same intimate cleansing ritual on me.

Letting the fire die, we sat on the shelter floor, talking about how amazing the bath felt and drying in the warm night air. I brushed the tangles from Crystal's hair, running my fingers through it, loving its soft feel and the scented fragrance surrounding her. I pulled her with me as I stretched out on the shelter floor, and we lay, for a while, entangled as lovers do, gently touching and stroking each other. 

Crystal moved on top of me and said, "Now; I have a gift for you," and slowly working her way down my body, stopped above my semi-hard cock, "What do we have here?" she said with a wicked smile.

Knowing what was about to happen, I muttered, "You are such a tease!"

Without warning, she engulfed every inch, causing me to cry out, "Oh Christ! Careful, this will be over way too soon!"

Within moments, I was fully erect and there was no indication of her slowing down. She continued to tongue, suck and massage my member with an experience belying her age; after a couple of minutes, I was teetering on the edge.

Trying to warn her, I screamed, "Crystal, I'm going to explode," and my world went bright white as I erupted in pleasurable pain, buried deep inside her throat.

When my eyes regained their focus, Crystal had placed both her hands on my belly, one atop the other, and had her chin resting on them while looking at me. Noticing my gaze, she smiled, opened her cum filled mouth and then swallowed.

My head banged the shelter floor as I flopped back, spread eagle, in satisfying exhaustion. I laughed between gasps of air and said, "Words can't do justice to how that felt. So, I'll just say, I love you and shut up!"

Crystal chuckled, crawled up beside me and lay at my side, giving me a chance to recover while stroking my chest. After a few minutes, she propped her head up on one arm and said, "So you liked that, huh? See what happens when you treat me so nice?"

"When we get out of here, I'm buying stock in shampoo," I said, dragging out the last word.

"You're a very smart man," she said smiling, "do you know what else smart men do?"

I rolled on top of her and said, "Yes; they always finish what they started!"

"You're not only smart; you're a fucking genius," she said wickedly.

With a broad smile, I said, "I don't know about genius; however, that other part, I think I can handle," and with the stars and moonlight for a witness, we pleasured each other until our sinful lust was sated and slept like the dead.

Day five;

I awoke to the sound of humming and, surprisingly, found Crystal busy by the campfire she had started on her own. When I asked what she was doing, she replied, "Washing our clothes; they're getting extremely ripe. Hope you don't mind!"

"Not at all; although, we'll need to get some more water today," I said.

"Gladly! I couldn't stand to wear these nasty things another day," she answered, and then continued, "We can eat the leftover fish while our clothes dry, and then we'll go."

Knowing the pools' location allowed a more direct route and shortened the trip considerably. We filled our containers, gathered some nearby fruit and started our way back, when suddenly, we came upon a foul odor.

Crystal covered her nose and mouth with her hand and exclaimed, "Oh my God! What is that?"

I instantly recognized it for what it was; decaying flesh. I looked at Crystal and said in a tone that would take no argument, "Stay here, and don't move, while I check this out," and disappeared into the vegetation.

It didn't take long to find what I feared most; caught in the branches of a small tree, was the grotesquely bloated and almost unrecognizable body of our mother.

Standing there paralyzed, I didn't know Crystal had followed until I heard her scream. Turning quickly, I jerked her into my arms, pulling her face against my chest, hiding the horrific image before her. Desperately needing to compose myself and not knowing what else to do, I led her away in the direction of our camp.

Arriving at the beach, Crystal collapsed onto the shelter floor in a pool of tears, and I prepared for the grisly task before me. I walked the short distance to the broken sloops' propeller. Still attached to its drive shaft, I used it for various purposes, and now; I would need it to dig a grave.

I walked back to Crystal and sat beside her. Hoping to find the words she needed to hear, I softly said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't know why we didn't find her days ago, but I intend to return and bury her there. I would like for you to remain here and not have to go through seeing her again. Would you do that for me?"

Unable to speak, Crystal only nodded her acceptance.

I leaned over and kissed her on her shoulder, saying, "When I'm done, I'll come back and get you; we can say our good-byes then."

Reluctantly, I slung the propeller over my shoulder and walked into the interior.

Digging the grave was long and grueling; the ground proved to be unyielding, filled with rock and tightly compacted dirt. The smell of decay permeated the air. I fell to my knees, gagging for several minutes from the overpowering odor. I removed my shirt, tying it around my face and using it as a bandanna, in the hope of lessening the odor. Eyes stinging from the sweat pouring down my face and, with single ned the air. minded concentration, I managed to dig a shallow grave.

What happened next, was totally unexpected. The decay was to such a point that, when I tugged on her lifeless body, it pulled apart; leaving me no choice, except, to remove her in pieces. As I covered our beloved mother, all I could think about; how grateful I was, Crystal was not present.

Reeking of decay, I made it back to camp a little past noon, and signaling Crystal to stay away, walked directly into the ocean as I undressed.

Washing as best I could in the ocean surf, and with tears streaming down my face; I returned to the beach, silently letting Crystal scrub me, and my clothes, with shampoo and freshwater.

"I can't imagine how hard that must have been," she softly said, "are you going to be okay?"

"In time," I said, my voice weak from exhaustion.

"We don't need to go back right now, and I'm alright with that. You obviously need to rest; lie down for a while and we'll decide later on when to go," saying as she led me to the shelter. Too tired to argue, I did as she asked and, thankfully, sleep came quickly.

It was near dusk when the smell of fish, baking over the fire, caused me to wake with a start. Momentarily disoriented, I slowly realized, I had escaped the nightmarish and haunting dream, and was back at camp.

Crystal, noticing my sudden movement, approached, offering one of the remaining bottles of water from my backpack and said, "How are you feeling?"

"Dehydrated and starving," I answered. After chugging half the water, I asked, "Where did you get the fish?"

"Spearfishing, silly boy! I'm better than you, I got four," she said with a broad smile, and then continued with a pouted frown, "Although, I broke your spear on the last one."

"That's okay. Since you've become queen of the jungle; I'll make spears; you fish! When's supper ready, Sheena?" I asked smiling.

Crystal snorted a quick laugh and answered, "Anytime you are, Tarzan!"

Neither, she nor I, had anything to eat all day and with bellies growling to protest this fact, we devoured our meal unceremoniously. Once again, rinsing off in the ocean surf; it was too dark to trek back to the grave site, and agreed that tomorrow would have to do.

Overcast skies and the dark night, seemed to match the mood of our campfire conversation. We discussed the real possibility of prolonged isolation on the island or not being rescued at all, for various reasons; rescue efforts being overwhelmed by the devastation and concentrating on the large populated areas; missing a passing boat or ship at night or unable to light the signal towers during a storm; whether or not our location was close enough to shipping lanes for even the remote chance of a passing craft; and finally, if we did get their attention, their willingness to help or investigate.

"Do you really think a ship would pass us by, knowing we need help?" she asked.

"It's happened before," I said solemnly.

It soon became quite evident; these surreal thoughts played heavily upon Crystal. Inwardly, 

I beat myself up for being so brutally blunt and, howbeit belatedly, wished I had kept my big mouth shut.

She leaned back against my chest, as she had done before, and said, "Thank you for your honesty. I never want you to sugarcoat anything when it comes to our survival. If worse comes to worse, I'm glad I'm here with you."

We sat like this for hours, speaking in hushed tones and watched the campfire sparks rise into the air, only to be extinguished after drifting fleetingly skyward. Eventually, the long day, and emotional stress took its toll on our weary bodies, and we retired to our shelter floor.

As appalling images pervaded my every attempt, dreamless sleep never came, and I would jolt awake. My restlessness, preventing Crystal from sleeping also, made for a long and seemingly endless night.

Day six;

As the terrible darkness was pushed away by the morning sun, I remained perfectly still while Crystal slept, what little she could. Thoughts of protecting her was the only thing that anchored my sanity and determination to survive.

She woke up when I tried to slip away, and her lack of sleep showed glaringly on her face as she said, "You never slept much, if at all."

"We both look like death warmed over. Thanks to me," I said apologetically.

"After what you had to endure yesterday, it's a wonder you're not chasing imaginary butterflies and singing nursery rhymes," she said with a haggard smile.

"Don't tempt me," I said with a crazy expression, then in a more serious tone, I added, "We need to eat something first and then go pay our respects to our mother." Little was said as we shared some fruit and prepared for the heartbreaking journey.

We held hands as we neared the grave and with tear filled eyes, looked down at the stones marking the final resting place of one so loved. 

Crystal knelt, speaking these words, "I'm glad we found you. Your remarkable son endured the pain of placing you here, giving closure to a life that gave us such joy. You will be missed and never far from our thoughts." And we cried.

We took our time returning to the beach and, strangely enough, the dark cloud of heaviness had disappeared. The tears and sad faces gone, replaced with a kind of inexplicable renewal. Clearing skies and a refreshing sea breeze greeting us helped to lift our spirits even higher.

Crystal ran into the water, shedding her clothes as she went, whooping and laughing until she dove into an oncoming wave. Within seconds, I joined in her merriment, and we frolicked; dunking, splashing and racing each other, as though we were children.

The morning fruit was wearing thin and hunger dictated that we stop long enough to think about eating. I spread our wet clothes among the branches along the tree line to dry, and with Crystal helping, refashioned the spear tip into a three-pronged weapon.

Once finished, I tossed it to Crystal and said, "There you go jungle queen. I'll see what I can scrounge up while you fish!"

To my delight, she tossed the spear into the air and caught it high above her head in a fierce Amazon Warrior posture and while holding this pose, said, "Jungle queen enough for you?"

Pretending to take a picture, I said through my laughter, "Once I post this on the Internet, it'll go viral in minutes!"

"Yeah, but remember, I get half the profits," she called back over her shoulder as she walked away.

Watching her naked form, I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, "Have I ever told you how much I like that outfit?"

Stopping at the water's edge, Crystal bent over in a seductive stance, exposing her womanly charms. 

While she peeked back, I clutched my chest and flopped onto the sand pretending to pass out. Although I could no longer see her, I heard her laughing.

After finding a can of corn, I started a fire and quietly watched Crystal spear fishing. Any faint signs of tan lines had disappeared beneath the tropical sun, leaving only a continuous golden-brown color to her flawless skin. While she concentrated on the task at hand, I admired her tenacity and her boundless beauty. She ignored the wisps of long hair fluttering about her face; spear raised and ready to strike. 

With nearly imperceptible movement, leaning this way or that; gaining perspective in the waters refractive light, she stalked her prey. Swoosh! 

Her sudden strike startled me. She reached down and pulled up the largest fish caught to date, enough to feed both of us. 

As she approached smiling, I applauded her skills and said, "Well done," and while looking up and down her body, I added, "the view from here is very impressive!"

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls, ever have any luck with that line?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Too early to tell yet, but my parole officer has the final say," I said, following with an exaggerated sigh.

"If you took her out to some secluded spot and fed her some delicious seafood, I think she could work you into her busy schedule and arrange an appointment," she said, mischievously.

Needing no further coaxing, I set about filleting the fish and skewered two large pieces over the fire, when they were nearly finished, I warmed the can of corn. Sitting in our usual position under the warm noon day sun, we ate leisurely and at times, feeding one another.

I could tell Crystal had something on her mind, but was reluctant to broach the subject. Figuring it was my turn, I said, "Penny for your thoughts."

She took a deep breath, pausing for a moment, and then said, "Well, I've been thinking. If we ever get out of here, living in Mom and Dad's house would be difficult, it holds too many memories. Besides, there's too many friends and family around for us to hide the fact that we're lovers. We'd become outcasts and be treated as though we had the plague."

"And what do you suggest we do?" I asked.

"I know Dad had a stock portfolio. We dump the stock on the market, sell the house with all its contents, get whatever we can and use the money as startup capital for a new business venture I have in mind," she said excitedly.

"Wow, I offered a penny and got two cents worth! What about Dad's business?"

"I'm sure Uncle Ron would buyout Dads share."

"And what's this new business venture you have in mind?" I inquired.

"Survival camp," she beamed.

"Go on," I said smiling.

She continued eagerly, "We buy as much property as possible, somewhere out in the country with plenty of undeveloped wooded acreage. We build a large, rustic log cabin home with enough room for several clients, a retreat of sorts. Those willing to pay extra, can stay in the cabin; the unwilling can pitch a tent, but they all pay."

I laughed out loud and said, "There's the girl I know and love!"

"Damn right, everybody pays. With your skills and my charm, they'll be receiving top-notch service," and then adding, "With all these brilliant ideas, I may have to charge you a dime today."

Patting my hip, as though searching, I said, "I seem to have left my other pants at the bottom of the ocean. Can I run a tab?"

"Hell no! I'm taking it out in trade. I'm sure you won't mind," she said seductively.

"Since you're doing all the driving today, there are no complaints from the back of the bus," I teased.

"Good," she said while stroking my rigid cock, "Since you seem to be so agreeable, I'll see what I can do about keeping you up in first class."

"With you, it's always first class and keeping me up, seems to be no problem," I labored to speak.

Crystal stood up and said, "Your parole officer called. She has canceled all her other appointments for the day and granted you an extended consultation opportunity at her shelter office."

I quickly caught up with her as she walked away, and asked, "Since when did our shelter become her office?"

"Since she never liked the idea of digging sand out of her ass," she said while brushing herself off.

Crystal sat on the broken decking, using her hand to shield her eyes, looked toward the sun and said, "Although I'm glad this is not the Arctic, its hot today."

I rolled the canvas out, providing some shade and said, "I've been saving something as a special treat, and today seems to be as good as any. I'll be right back."

I walked down the beach, maybe a hundred yards, and dug up the surprise I had hidden in a shallow tide pool. Crystal's eyes grew wide, and a smile spread across her face as I approached with a bottle of wine.

"How long have you had that stashed?" she asked in amazement.

"Since I found the shampoo. I buried it in the wet sand to chill, and it seems to have worked pretty well," I said proudly, holding it out so she could feel the cool bottle.

"How are you going to remove the cork?" she asked.

"Simple," I said conceitedly.

I walked over to the tree line, grabbed our dried clothes and, to prevent breaking, carefully wrapped the bottom of the bottle. I then thumped it several times on an uprooted tree trunk. The cork protruded further with each strike, and when it was far enough, I twisted it free.

Returning to the shelter, I offered her the bottle. She took it and reading the label, said, "Sangria, imported from Spain," and then taking a long drink, added, "It's an excellent choice."

"Only the best around here, ma'am!" I said with a southern drawl.

"Where did you learn that trick opening the bottle?" She asked.

"Italy, some girl showed me while on R&R."

"Some girl? Don't you remember her name?" She asked smiling.

"Of course I do! But, under the circumstances, I think it best we not go there," I replied, and then added, "Forget about her, and have another drink."

"Oh my, it seems I've hit a nerve. Sure you don't want to talk about it?" She asked.

Inwardly cursing my stupidity for walking into this predicament, and realizing there was no escape, I relented and said, "If you must know, her name was Francesca. She showed me the bottle trick, among other things, while on a picnic. A few days after returning to base, I found out she left me with more than just her memory, if you catch my meaning."

Crystal bursts out laughing and then said, "That's hilarious! What memorable disease did she give you?"

"The clap," I said with a sigh.




Tsunami: Dark Resurrection



This is a continuation of my original story "Tsunami". 

My thanks to Whoredinarygirl1 for editing and story suggestions. 

~~~~~ 

Tsunami: Dark Resurrection 

After a couple of months traveling the Gulf Coast and searching for suitable properties, Crystal and Royce had narrowed it down. 

"The lakeside resort is an established business with a main house, cabins, restaurant, potential clients for the survival camp, and we wouldn't have to start from scratch," Crystal said, and then asked, "What do you think?" 

"I like the idea of something with an immediate income and room for expansion. Before we shut down the main house long enough for much-needed renovation, I suggest remodeling the cabins, live in one and keep the others available for clients," Royce answered. 

"That's a good idea. You're so smart!" Crystal piped. 

"Thank you, my dear, but you are the brains of this endeavor. And about my idea, frugal would be more accurate," Royce retorted. 

"Are you comfortable enough with making an offer?" Crystal enquired. 

"The owners are asking for 2.2 million. We'll go in low at 1.7 and cap it at 2.0; sound reasonable to you?" Royce asked, and Crystal agreed. 

Seven weeks later and 1.95 million in payment, they became the proud owners of the newly named, Chapman Properties Resort. 

~~~~~ 

The resorts staff, 16 in all, gathered inside the restaurant to meet the new owners. The recently promoted property manager, Karen Martel, made the introductions. "Ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to present the new owners, Royce and Crystal Chapman." 

Royce stood, cleared his throat, and said smiling, "I'd like to introduce my partner, in life, and this exciting business opportunity, Crystal Chapman." Crystal stood, nodded at the crowd and sat back down. Royce continued, "First, for those of you with concerns, you all still have a job, and will be treated fairly and with respect." The crowd visibly relaxed and Royce smiled inwardly, knowing he had won a small portion of their loyalty, and then continued, "Crystal and I, new to this kind of business, will depend heavily upon your invaluable knowledge and support. We believe in an open-door policy. Feel free to approach Karen, Crystal or I with any ideas you may have, as they are welcomed and appreciated." 

"There will be extensive renovations, starting with the cabins. Once they are completed, the main house and restaurant will be next, followed by outbuildings and landscaping. We encourage all staff to participate in the renovations with any light construction, painting, and cleanup, according to your experience and abilities. Any questions?" Several hands flew up, and Royce pointed toward a woman in the front row and asked her name. 

"My name is Joyce. When will the renovations begin and what are your plans for the cabins?" she asked. 

"This being the start of the slow season, cabin renovation will start immediately. As for plans, I'll let Crystal answer that," Royce turned to Crystal and asked her to stand. 

"New roof, siding and upgraded furnishings, each with a small screened in deck and patio furniture, outdoor grill and improved parking to start," she said with authority. 

Royce pointed to what he assumed to be the maintenance man and said, "And your question Sir?" 

"My name is Carl, and welcome to the business. The emergency generator is on its last leg. Do you plan on repairing or replacing it?" 

"After my initial inspection, I think replacing it would be the best option. I can't see splurging more money on an outdated generator. Wouldn't you agree?" Royce asked. 

Carl smiled and nodded his agreement. 

Crystal pointed at a woman, she stood and said, "My name is Maxine, and I'm the cook. Pardon me for being so bold, but the kitchen must've been designed by a gorilla," and the room exploded into laughter. Once everyone calmed down, she continued, "Are we going to be able to help in the design layout?" 

Crystal answered, saying, "After that statement, how could we refuse?" 

Another woman stood, and said, "My name is Renée. Could you tell us a little about yourselves?" 

Crystal gave Royce a quick glance, smiled at the woman, and answered saying, "Growing up in the same neighborhood, we have known each other and been close friends since childhood. I had no idea how much I would miss him when he joined the military, and once he returned, our relationship quickly developed into a lifelong partnership." 

Looking directly at Royce, she took his hand and continued smiling, "He can be gruff, and at times, even cranky. However, inside, he's a protective teddy bear and has a heart of gold. Let me know if he ever gives you any shit, I think I can handle him!" Royce rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her, causing the crowd to laugh. 

Royce took the opportunity to change the subject, by saying, "We all now know who's boss, and if you don't believe me, just ask her." Throughout the crowd, there was quiet laughter. "Crews should arrive next week to start renovations. Any cabin guests will be moved to the main house, and for the remainder of their reservations, receive a complimentary, all-inclusive, free stay for any inconvenience." At that moment, the restaurant doors opened and trays of catered food were delivered, to the surprise of the staff. 

Crystal spoke up and said, "I don't know about anybody else, but I'm starved! Let's eat!" 

After filling their plates and taking their seats, Crystal whispered in Royce's ear, "I think that went well. And I'm impressed with your masterful tact at changing the subject, thank you." 

"You're welcome, my love," he responded, "Remind me to tip the caterers. Their timing was perfect!" 

"Couldn't have been better and this food is delicious," she said. 

"Yes, it is. And speaking of delicious, you make that dress look amazing!" 

"Royce, you can say the sweetest things," she said as her eyes sparkled. 

"I plan to make it a habit, although, it's a work in progress," he said smiling. 

Crystal leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, quietly saying, "Everything is a work in progress around here. Our future, the resort and," pausing for effect, "our baby." 

Stunned, Royce stared at Crystal wide-eyed for a moment and then, slowly, a massive grin spread across his face. Without warning, he stood, scooping her up in his arms and spun her around the room, waltzing across the floor. Those present, watched in amazement as the new owners laughed with joy. 

Refusing her request to be put back down, Royce looked at the crowd and simply said, "She's pregnant!" As everyone applauded and cheers filled the room, he spun her around the floor, one more time. 

Eventually, Royce placed her on her feet, kissed her and then asked the catering staff to bring in the champagne. They quickly returned, and after filling everyone's stemmed, crystal glasses, Royce said: 

"I ordered champagne, originally intending to make a toast to Crystal, the staff and new beginnings regarding the resort, and now, have another reason for celebration." Royce lifted his glass high over his head, everyone following suit, and he shouted, "TO THE BABY!" 

~~~~~ 

Later that night, snuggled on the sofa, in their temporary cabin residence, Royce asked, "When did you find this out and how far along are you?" 

"Yesterday, while Karen and I pretended to go shopping for furnishings, I saw the doctor. He told me, approximately 11 weeks, which was no surprise, since I missed my last three monthly cycles." 

Royce thought for a moment and said, "That puts the baby due in six months, springtime!" 

"Yes, the end of April," she said smiling. 

"Have you thought about names?" Royce asked. 

"I've been on cloud nine and haven't got that far," Crystal said and then added, "I was a little worried what you might think about the pregnancy." 

Crystal was sitting, leaning back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, as was their usual custom since stranded on the island. He pushed her to a sitting position, turned her to face him, searching her face and mentally noting each feature. 

Her long brown hair, falling in waves over her shoulders, framed her exquisitely flawless skin. Eyebrows that arched and tapered gently to accent her mesmerizing blue eyes, able to peer into one's soul. High cheekbones, separated by a slender, yet angular nose, and lips that begged to be kissed. He felt she had never looked so beautifully radiant and captured his heart all over again. 

Royce took a deep breath and then said, "I'm past thinking about you as my sister. We have the same last name, everyone believes we're married and have no reason for blood tests or a piece of paper saying so. You're my reason for living, and from here on, you are my loving wife, Mrs. Crystal Chapman." 

Crystal started to speak, but Royce placed a finger to her lips and continued, "I share in the joy and knowledge that you will be a great mother. Our child will be raised in a stable and nurturing home, loved by its parents and taught to be the same." 

"Jesse," Crystal interjected. 

"What?" Royce said confused. 

"Boy or girl, Jesse will be our baby's name," Crystal said beaming. 

Royce returned her smile, and then said, "Jesse it is!" 

~~~~~ 

The next five months were very busy and hectic. Dealing with contractors and performing renovations took most of Royce's time. Karen handled the staff and Crystal, now showing, kept the resort guests satisfied. Everyone did their part, becoming one big extended family. 

"I have my eight-month appointment next Tuesday. Did you want to take me, or should I ask Karen?" Crystal asked. 

"I'd love to, but the landscapers are arriving then, and I really need to be here. You should ask Karen." Royce said, and then added, "You've been a tremendous help, and I'll be glad when this construction is over. We'll be able to spend quieter time together. I've really missed that." 

"In case you haven't noticed, I'll be having a baby in a few weeks, and 'quiet time' will be erased from our vocabulary," she said laughing, then adding, "with long nights, up every two hours feeding the little one, changing diapers and rocking our Angel in-between." 

Royce grinned and said, "I can't wait. Although, I can easily envision you being a mother, I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around the thought of me as a father." 

"With your natural instinct to be protector and provider, you'll be a wonderful father," Crystal replied. 

Tuesday rolled around, and Karen drove Crystal to the doctor while Royce consulted with the landscaping foreman. Unknown to Crystal, Royce had decided to include a fenced-in playground with all the usual equipment: swings, slide, seesaws, monkey bars, merry-go-round, etc. Guest children could take advantage right away, and eventually, their own child could join in the fun. 

While eating lunch on the outdoor patio, attached to the newly renovated restaurant, Royce noticed a state trooper pulling up to the main house office. Once the trooper got out of the car, Royce called out and waved him toward the patio. 

As the officer approached, Royce said, "Care to join me in some lunch officer?" 

"No thank you, I appreciate the offer. I'm looking for the husband of Crystal Chapman," the trooper said. 

"That would be me, Royce Chapman. Is anything wrong?" 

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Chapman. There's been a terrible accident. Your wife is undergoing emergency surgery at Mercy Hospital," the officer said sadly. 

"Is she going to be okay, and what about the baby?" Royce asked. 

"That's for the doctors to say. I'm here to escort you to the hospital. Get in your vehicle and follow me," the officer commanded, then turned toward his squad car and walked away. 

Royce ran to his truck and followed the patrol car; lights flashing, siren wailing and blowing through intersections at breakneck speeds, until he screeched to a stop at the emergency-room entrance. 

Jumping from his truck, Royce ran inside, and at the admitting desk gave his name and inquired about Crystal. The clerk said she would inform the surgeon that he was here and directed him to a small, private waiting room. A short while later, a doctor still dressed in surgery garb, mask hanging about his neck, entered the room and asked, "Are you the husband?" 

"Yes, my name is Royce, Royce Chapman," he answered shakily. 

"Mr. Chapman, it's my regrettable duty to inform you, your wife passed away during an emergency C-section, her injuries were too great to overcome." 

His world collapsed around him, struggling to remain on his feet, and quell the unwanted visions flooding his mind, Royce managed to ask, "And the baby?" 

"Protected by the abiotic fluid, the baby survived with no apparent injuries. It's a girl," the doctor stated flatly. 

"What about Karen, she was driving." 

"She was pronounced dead at the scene," the doctor answered. 

"Can I see Crystal, and baby?" Royce asked. 

"Mr. Chapman, your wife was pretty banged up, are you sure you want to see her in this condition?" the doctor asked. 

Royce thought for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea, and then said, "Yes, I need to make a positive ID it's her, and determine if there should or shouldn't be an open casket." 

The doctor nodded his head, and then said, "Please wait here, and I'll have one of the medical staff escort you. I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Chapman." 

~~~~~ 

While mechanically placing one foot in front of the other, Royce silently followed a female orderly through the hospital corridors. His mind spiraled into pandemonium and raged with questions that could not be answered. 

How can this be? First Mom and Dad, and now Crystal? Am I being punished for my unspeakable crimes against mankind, doomed to a life of loss by a heartless and cruel entity? 

The all-too-familiar feelings of dreadful darkness reared its ugly head, and peered at him from the abyss of the eternally damned. It's cold, dead, and hungry eyes threatening to consume him once again. 

The young female orderly led him through two large stainless steel doors, entering the hospital morgue. The doors were cold to the touch, mysteriously seeming to draw the remaining heat from his body. 

The female spoke to the male attendant, and he approached a small freezer like hatch. He opened it, and pulled the body tray halfway out. Stepping to the side, he pulled the white cloth down far enough to expose her face. 

A large, deep gash ran across a destroyed and hollow socket where her left eye should have been, with multiple lacerations from shattered glass; she was barely recognizable. Royce's eyes filled with tears as his soul screamed in quiet torment. Leaning forward, he gently kissed her forehead, and softly whispered, "Good-bye my love." Nodding to the morgue attendant, he could only stare, as the cloth was replaced and her body returned to the temporary tomb. 

Oblivious to the world around him, Royce didn't know how long he had been standing in front of the observation window, or how he got there. 

The female escort repeated, "Mr. Chapman? Are you going to be okay?" 

Royce nodded and focused his eyes on a pink index card labeled, Chapman. Shifting his gaze, he looked upon the wonderful, and last gift from Crystal, his newborn daughter, Jesse. 

~~~~~ 

The following days, Royce struggled with his grief while making the necessary funeral arrangements, and always found time for extended visits holding, rocking, and talking to his daughter. He told her how beautiful and wonderful her mother was, and how she knew him better than he knew himself: always able to see past his faults, and love him unconditionally. He told her how her eyes sparkled, and made his heart take flight with her laughter. 

One of the nursery nurses recommended he contact a nanny service, and provided a list of reputable agencies. He thanked her for her thoughtfulness and said he would take her suggestion to heart. She smiled, and left him alone with his infant daughter. 

~~~~~ 

Early the next week, Crystal was buried near a bluff overlooking the lake and resort property. It was a private service that included the resort staff, while Jesse, born prematurely, remained at the hospital. Karen Martel was buried elsewhere, as per her family's wishes, the following day. Royce attended her funeral as well. 

One week later, he contacted the listed nanny agencies with his desired requirements. Within hours, he was contacted by two agencies with possible prospects, and arranged for phone interviews right away. 

The first call was with a woman named Susan; 38 years of age, no children, well-qualified and certified. Although her credentials fit his needs, she seemed a little cold in regard to her personality, a definite red flag! The call ended on a cordial note, but doubt lingered at the back of his mind. 

His second call, an international call to Great Britain, was with a charming woman named Beatrice; 29 years old, no children, well-educated, certified, and impeccable references. 

When he asked about why she considered being a nanny for a child in America, she answered by saying, "Mr. Chapman, I've always dreamed about your wonderful country, and all it has to offer. I've considered moving there many times, so in truth, I'm not looking for a job, I'm looking for a home. Unable to have children myself, I desire someplace where I'm truly needed, and not just a convenience to parents who ignore their spoiled children," pausing briefly, she continued, "I hope that doesn't sound callous, or rude. Please forgive me." 

Royce openly laughed, and told her, "That was a perfect answer," and then continued, "I would like you to fly to the states, spend a week at the resort, then determine if you think you'd like to call this home. All expenses paid, of course." 

"I'm agreeable with that, Mr. Chapman," Beatrice answered. 

"Good, when can you leave?" 

"At any time, I have nothing holding me here," she answered. 

"I'll make travel arrangements immediately. I need your address for the cab and will contact you shortly with an itinerary," he wrote down her address, and then added, "It's been pleasant talking with you, Beatrice," Royce said, ending the conversation. 

Two hours later, he called her back, saying, "You leave tonight from Heathrow Airport at midnight. A cab will pick you up by 9:30 PM, London time; it's a nine hour flight, and you'll arrive at Atlanta International Airport by 4 AM, Georgia time. I'll be waiting at customs holding a sign that says Chapman. From there, it's a two-hour ride to the resort. I'll have your room prepared during your flight. Any questions?" 

"None that can't wait until later, thank you for this opportunity Mr. Chapman," she replied. 

"No thanks needed, I have a good feeling about this, and enjoy your flight," Royce told her, and hung up. 

~~~~~ 

Royce, holding his sign, watched the passengers as they passed through customs. Young and old, they paraded by looking at his sign, until a strikingly beautiful woman approached. Her long blonde hair was braided, and hanging around her slender neck, ending just below her breasts. Her hips swayed with an aura of sexual confidence turning the heads of men near her. Dressed in, what appeared to be, an hourglass, form fitting, blue striped business jacket, and a matching skirt ending just above her knees. Dark nylons covered her shapely legs, and her heels clicked softly while she walked across the terminal tiles. 

Extending her hand, she said, "I'm Beatrice Woolford. You must be Mr. Chapman. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir." 

"The pleasure is all mine, and please, call me Royce," he said smiling while shaking her hand, and then asked, "How was your flight?" 

"Quite pleasant, I wasn't expecting to be in first class," she returned. 




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"There was no way I was going to let you suffer a nine-hour flight stuck back in coach," he said, and then continued, "I know you must be exhausted, let's pick up your luggage and get you to your quarters so you can relax." 

"I must say, that sounds wonderful," she admitted. 

They waited at the luggage carousel for what seemed like hours. Royce took notice of her delicate and womanly features while making small talk. She wore very little makeup, a hint of eye shadow and liner emphasized her brown eyes, a pale-pink lip gloss shimmered as she spoke. She could light up a room with her smile, and she did often. He consciously forced himself not to stare and make her feel uncomfortable, although at times, he felt himself fail miserably. 

Finally, Royce told her, "Follow me." They approached an airport employee at a nearby counter, and inquired about her luggage. He searched a computer terminal, made two phone calls, and eventually told them, her luggage never arrived, and they would need to file a lost luggage claim. 

"Oh my Lord! All my clothing and personal items! What do we do now?" 

Royce looked at the airport employee, and understanding it wasn't his fault, said, "This poor woman has just made a nine-hour flight from London. Can this be done using mail-in forms, or possibly online?" 

"Yes Sir," and looking at Beatrice, "I apologize for any inconvenience, and once you file your claim, your luggage will be found and immediately delivered to any address you specify." He then handed Royce a paper with information about how to file an online claim. 

Royce looked at her and said, "There's nothing to do at the moment, except head to the resort." 

As they walked to the parking garage, he said, "I think we can find something back at the resort. If not, we'll purchase some things in town later today, if that's okay with you." 

"Mr. Chap...," catching herself, she started over, "Royce, I'm afraid I don't have enough funds to purchase another wardrobe. Hopefully, they'll quickly find my luggage, making that unnecessary." 

Royce stopped, and faced her squarely, saying, "Beatrice, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but we need to get something straight right away. If this is going to work, and I hope it does, you're going to have to accept the idea of becoming part of a large family. The resort staff, although not blood relatives, are now part of my family. We look after one another, we share the good times with the bad. I don't know how the rest of the world works, but here, that's what family does. Do you think you can accept that?" 

Tears welled up in her eyes, and as her voice trembled, she said, "You really are going to let me make this my home, aren't you." 

"That's my intent," Royce responded, and then offered his arm, saying, "Shall we go home?" 

Beatrice smiled and physically relaxed. Slipping her arm inside his, he led her to his truck. 

~~~~~ 

On the ride back to the resort, he answered her many questions. Royce told her of the tragic loss of Crystal and Karen, the emergency C-section, and his desperate need for someone to love and care for his infant daughter, Jesse. 

When she asked him to describe the resort, he responded by saying, "I'll let you find out that for yourself, we're here," and he turned into the drive, leading to the main house. 

They passed the recently renovated rustic cabins nestled along the lakeshore. The rising sun peeking above the bluffs on the far shore, causing the haze above the surface to twist lazily, warmed by its touch. 

Royce stopped the truck, and pointed to ducklings following their mother, leaving tiny wakes across the water with their passage. The trees seemed alive as squirrels darted quickly from tree to tree, and birds sang their morning song. 

"This is beautiful," Beatrice said softly, as if afraid to disturb the quiet serenity around her, "how did you find such a place?" 

"With the help of an angel," he replied, speaking just as soft. 

Royce pulled to a stop near the main house, and in gentlemanly fashion, walked around the truck and opened her door. Stepping from the truck, she listened to Royce say, "As you can tell, this is the main guest house. It has seven one-bedroom, and six two-bedroom guest accommodations, complete with small kitchen and laundry facilities," and then, pointing to an adjacent building, "that is the full-service restaurant, and behind it lies the facilities' maintenance shed." 

Royce quietly watched while she took a few steps, inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes, absorbing the peaceful atmosphere. He smiled knowing she was already in love with the place. 

Opening her eyes, she turned to look at Royce, and said, "Living here must feel like being on vacation year-round, I'm glad I agreed to come." 

"I'll show you the apartment and your room, then order us breakfast," he said. 

The main house entrance opened to a very large sitting room. Skylights peppered the vaulted ceilings, as sunlight spilled across massive support timbers illuminating the room. Split staircases led to open access balconies, lined with guest room doors. Tucked under the right staircase, was the registration desk, and under the left, sat a glass front cooler filled with various bottled drinks. 

He led her to the apartment door to the left side of the main room, opened it with his key card, and gestured for her to go first. He followed her into the living room, and asked, "I'm going to make a pot of coffee, or do you prefer tea?" 

"Coffee will be fine," she replied. 

Separated by an island bar, Royce said from the kitchen, "Please, make yourself comfortable. Once I get this started, I'll show you around." 

Looking at the furnishings, she commented, "This is very nice, feels... cozy... comfortable, did you decorate the place?" 

"I've been told, that all my taste is in my mouth," he said chuckling, "I can't take any credit for this, Crystal took care of all the new furnishings." 

Royce reentered the living room, and said, "Follow me, and I'll give you the nickel tour." 

He led her down the left hallway, and showed her the nursery first. Crystal had everything done in pink and white, a recessed dressing table centered along one wall, with matching four drawer chest on either side. Louvered, bi-fold doors covered another wall, providing access to the large closet. Along the third wall, sat an ornate crib, toy chest, and rocking chair. 

The adjoining room, originally intended to be the master bedroom, would now be the new nanny room. Royce had the staff move all his personal items to another room on the far side of the apartment. Crystal's things were boxed and stored. 

The smell of coffee brought them back to the kitchen. He poured the contents into a carafe, grabbed two cups, creamer, sugar, and led her through sliding glass doors to the patio. They sat at the wrought-iron table, sipping coffee, and enjoying the spring morning. Royce used his cell phone to call the restaurant, and ordered something to eat, instructing them to bring it around to the patio. 

"I guess we should discuss your duties and compensation," Royce opened, and then continued, "Obviously, tending to Jesse's needs will be your first priority. Cooking and cleaning are handled by the resort staff. On occasion, you may be required to take her to the doctor for checkups, or if she's sick. Anything you or the baby need, just make a list, and I'll have one of the staff take care of it. As for compensation, room and board, plus $1500 a month. Does this sound reasonable?" 

"Royce, that's too much," Beatrice exclaimed. 

"Not when it comes to my daughter," he said, and then continued, "The way I see it, a happy nanny, is a good nanny. I want you to take your time, delay any decisions, get to know the staff, explore the premises, and give serious consideration to, whether or not, you would like this to be your home." 

A staff member arrived with their breakfast, consisting of, a poached egg, toast, and sliced pineapple. A comfortable question and answer conversation ensued as they ate. Royce eventually asked, "Tell me about your former employer, and why did you leave?" 

Beatrice shifted in her chair, and Royce could tell she was uncomfortable with his question, and he said, "I apologize for being so direct, but as a parent and entrusting you with my daughter, I hope you understand why I asked." 

After a brief pause, she said, "I was employed by a wealthy family, on the outskirts of London, for the past seven years. When I arrived, the boy was ten and the girl nine; sweet children, and a little mischievous as are children that age. As they got older, the children started acting rebellious. With the parents' noninvolvement, and my limited control, things became progressively worse with their unacceptable behavior. My employers never believed my warnings or complaints, and my position became intolerable. At the end of my contract, I declined to renew it, and moved back to London, seeking employment elsewhere." 

"You did the right thing, and I promise to listen to any complaints or warnings you may have," he said, and then continued, "Besides, they're old enough to no longer need a nanny, and need to be held responsible for their actions." 

"I appreciate your kind words," Beatrice said. 

"Well, anyone with one eye and half a brain would agree it's the truth," he said smiling. 

Royce could see she was very tired, and said, "Let's go back inside and find you something more comfortable to wear." He led her down the opposite hallway to his room and searched his dresser drawers. Finding a long T-shirt, he asked if it would be adequate for sleepwear, and she agreed. 

Walking back to the front room, he said, "Your room has a full bath, sample bottles of body wash, shampoo and cream rinse. You need to rest, and if possible, take a nap. After you wake, hopefully, I'll have found something appropriate for you to wear into town so we can visit the baby, and afterward, do a little shopping." 

She smiled and nodded, and then said, "I would like to see the baby, and thank you for all of this." 

"Now get some rest! That's an order," Royce said, while pointing to her room and laughing. 

~~~~~ 

Royce explained to the female staff about the lost luggage, and when they asked what size, he pointed to Carol, and said, "About your size, although, she's taller." 

Carol answered, "No problem, I'll have to go home, then bring something to your quarters." 

"I appreciate this Carol," Royce said, then with a mock stern look, he said, "The rest of you, back to work!" 

~~~~~ 

Beatrice woke around noon, feeling much better. She opened the door to her room, and found the dress folded neatly by her door. She picked it up, reentered her room and dressed quickly. While examining herself in the mirror, she was pleased by her reflection. The floral patterned sundress clung to her body perfectly, and the hemline struck her mid-thigh, showing her shapely legs. The plunging neckline revealing her black lace bra, was a problem, so she removed it. She combed her fingers through her hair as best she could, leaving it loose and falling in waves around her shoulders. Satisfied it was the best she could do under the circumstances, she left her room. 

Royce was sitting at the patio table, going over spreadsheets on his laptop, and as he heard the glass door open he turned to look, an unmistakable "wow" escaping his lips. 

"I gather you approve," she said, with a slight smile, and sat opposite him. 

"That would be an understatement, you look amazing," he responded, and could see she was pleased by his response. 

Royce said, "Give me a minute to finish this, and I'll take you to town." 

"Take your time, this Georgia spring weather is like the best summer days back in England," she said, while leaning back and crossing her legs. 

Royce wasn't getting much done, while staring through the glass tabletop at her incredible legs and bare feet. Eventually, he managed to complete the task, closed his laptop, and said, "Owning this resort is a dream come true, but the necessary records, payroll, and other paperwork, can be overwhelming at times." 

"Although, I've been a nanny my working career, I have a degree in business management, but was unable to find employment along those lines. If I choose to stay, perhaps I could help," she offered. 

"One thing at a time, but I appreciate the offer," Royce said, "Are you hungry?" 

"Not necessarily," she answered. 

"Okay, let's go check on the baby," Royce said. 

~~~~~ 

Jesse, held by a nurse, was crying as they entered the hospital nursery. Royce, reaching for the baby, asked, "Something wrong?" 

Once in his arms, she quieted immediately, and Beatrice said, "I think she missed her father." The nurse nodded in agreement, and left them alone. 

Royce was swaying from side to side while staring at his child, his precious angel wrapped her tiny hand around his little finger. After a few moments, Beatrice asked, "May I?" 

Royce nodded and placed Jesse in her arms, Beatrice moved to a nearby rocker, and softly humming, rocked her back to sleep. Royce thought to himself, if this doesn't clinch the deal, nothing will, I hope she stays. 

Royce whispered, "I'll be just around the corner at the nurses' station to find out when she can come home. You two stay here and get to know one another," and left the room. 

When he returned, Jesse was sound asleep in her tiny hospital crib, and Beatrice was looking out the window. She turned as he approached, and he saw her eyes misty with tears, and she said, "I can't believe my good fortune. Your kindness, the baby, the beautiful resort and your generous offer makes everything seem surreal. The thought of going back to that awful English weather, and my dreary apartment sends chills down my spine. I would like to give you my answer now." 

"If that's your wish," Royce responded. 

"I accept your offer, and since I'm here, I'll start immediately," she said. 

Without thinking, he jerked her into his arms, and hugged her tightly, saying, "Thank you! You'll not regret your decision." Realizing what he had just done, he released her, and said while blushing, "Forgive me, Beatrice. I come from a family where embracing one another was commonplace, and I got carried away." 

Beatrice laughed, and then said, "Since I was told I was required to become part of an extended family, I guess that would be okay from time to time. When did they say she could come home?" 

Royce smiled, saying, "In about a week," and to her surprise, hugged her again. 

~~~~~ 

Visiting the local apparel shops, Royce found himself at an impromptu fashion show. Beatrice modeled various shoes and clothing; flip-flops, sandals, casual and dress shoes, dresses, blouses, slacks, jackets, and to his enjoyment, halter tops and shorts. 

As she scanned the undergarments, she caught Royce looking, and said, "I'll not be modeling these today," causing him to blush, and he thought inwardly, did she say today? 

The salesgirl kept stacking selected items on the counter as Royce quietly waited. Beatrice indicated she was finished, and the salesgirl started removing tags and ringing up the items. Royce said sarcastically, "In case you didn't notice, there's a large lake at the resort and the summers can be brutal. Wouldn't a bathing suit, or two, be called for?" 

"You're right, of course," she answered and asked the salesgirl to show her to them. 

While he waited at the counter, she chose two bikinis, and then returned. Royce was pleased by her selection, and paid the bill. After loading the bags into the truck, they headed back to the resort. He parked by the patio, and they carried her things to her room. 

"Leave these here for now," Royce instructed, "Let's go to the restaurant for dinner. This will give me the opportunity to introduce you to the staff, as most of them will be there, and afterward, we'll take a stroll around the grounds." On their way out, he stopped at the service desk, and created a key card for her use. Handing it to her, he said, "This is a master key, it will unlock any door at the resort," and as an afterthought, he added, "Remind me to contact customs, and arrange for a temporary work visa. Later, should you decide, we'll contact immigration about citizenship." 

Once inside the restaurant, Royce slipped a hundred-dollar bill into Carol's hand, and whispered into her ear, "She's keeping the dress." Carol smiled, and nodded. 

Royce called for everybody's attention, and said, "I'd like to introduce a new member to our extended family, Ms. Beatrice Woolford. She's from London, England, but we won't hold that against her," causing everybody to chuckle. He quickly glanced at her, and saw her smiling good-naturally, and then continued, "Her duties will include being a nanny to my pride and joy, Jesse. Her secondary duties will include being my personal assistant, and I'm sure to the relief of you all, keep me from screwing up the books!" And the room erupted in laughter. One by one, they came and introduced themselves, welcoming her to their growing family. 

As he showed her the resort, the conversation flowed easily, and he told her about his plans for survival camp. Beatrice listened attentively, as she stole glances of his strong features; short-cropped brown hair, and broad shoulders leading to a trim waist, bracketed by his muscular arms. She recognized a man comfortable in his own skin, his natural ability to speak with a soothing confidence, and if need be, unquestionable authority. She trembled inside knowing, this was a man she could fall in love with. 

~~~~~ 

April turned into May, May into June, June into July... the resort was full to capacity, and every guest assumed Beatrice and Royce were married. When she broached the subject, asking Royce what to say, he simply said, "I interact with them more than you do, and you wouldn't believe how many times I've heard that. Let them believe what they want. Just smile, and carry on about your business, that's what I do. Besides, don't you get tired of correcting them?" 

"Yes, but I wouldn't want them to get any inappropriate ideas," she stated. 

Royce roared with laughter, and said, "Sweet lady; this is Georgia, nothing is inappropriate down here. Or, would you rather they believe we're not married, living together, and have an illegitimate child?" 

"I see your point," she answered softly. Royce thought he could see a hint of a smile crossing her lips. 

One morning, before it got too hot, Royce was helping Carl stack heavy bags of salt in the maintenance shed needed for the resort's water softener. Desperately needing to cool off, he decided to go for a swim in the cool lake water. Reaching the apartment, he asked Beatrice if she, and the baby, would like to join him. 

"Go-ahead, I need to change and get the baby ready. We'll join you in a few minutes," she replied. Royce changed quickly, and grabbed a towel. 

Walking to the lake, Royce saw children frolicking in the water while watched by scantily-clad women laying everywhere. Without missing a stride, he kicked off his flip-flops, threw down his towel, and waded into the water. 

To escape the children, he did a lazy freestyle to a floating platform, and after touching it, slowly backstroked toward the shore, letting the water leach the heat from his body. Feeling refreshed, and standing in chest-deep water, he looked toward the shore and froze in place. 

Beatrice, bent over and tending to the baby in a stroller, gave him an amazing view of her perfect ass. A barely visible sliver of rope stretched between two magnificent mounds of womanly flesh, and peaking on either side, semi circles of her puckered ring, terminating in a small triangle of yellow cloth covering her pussy. 




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Carol appeared, spoke briefly with Beatrice, and then sat on a nearby beach chair, playing with the baby. Beatrice turned toward the water, and finding Royce, she waded toward him. She submerged momentarily, and reappeared behind him, saying, "Race you to the dock!" 

She had a three length lead before he could react, and she easily beat him. Placing her hands on the wooden surface of the dock, she pushed herself up, and twisted to a sitting position, feet dangling in the water. 

"That's wasn't fair," Royce said, as he joined her. 

She ignores his statement, and lies flat of her back, closing her eyes and extending her arms over her head. She sighed, "This place is like heaven! A place I've only dreamed of, never imagining it could be real, or my home." 

Her skin glistened under the morning sun, and her wet bikini became semitransparent, revealing her dark areolas surrounding hard nipples, which threatened to pierce the thin material. His eyes drifted down her body stopping at the tight triangular patch struggling to cover her womanhood. He thought to himself, a creature sculpted by the masters! 

His eyes traced back up her body, and she was looking at him. Leaning back, and propping himself up on one elbow, he said grinning, "I'm glad I reminded you about the swimming suits." 

Covering her face with both hands, she blushed while laughing, and said, "I'll bet you are." 

"Me, and all the other men here today," he quipped, and then looking at the beach, he added, "By the look of some of their wives, most will be sleeping in their car tonight." 

She slapped him playfully on the arm, and said, "Mr. Chapman, behave yourself!" 

Pushing her on the shoulder, he said, "Oh, I speak the truth, and it's Mr. Chapman, is it?" 

She had to laugh at his playfulness, sat back up and looking toward the beach, she said, "Maybe we should be going back, it's near Jesse's feeding time." 

Royce stood, offering his hand to help her up. She placed her hand in his, and while rising to her feet, the dock shifted, causing her to stumble against him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. 

Neither moved, staring at one another, captured in the moment. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face while he tilted them toward the docks' edge. She squealed as they both tumbled into the water. 

~~~~~ 

The months passed quickly. Winter brought cold weather, but never as severe as the northern states. Beatrice enjoyed the mild winter, Georgia's 50° days were similar to London, but without the frequent Atlantic fog. 

Jesse was walking! Daylight temperature, saw them out enjoying the sun, Jesse's fiery red hair glowing in the sun's rays, and she was starting to talk. It was mostly gibberish, but occasionally a "Da-Da" melted Royce's heart. Nan-Na, could bring tears to Beatrice's eyes, and it was easy to see, she loved Jesse dearly. 

Beatrice quickly earned his respect. He admired her intelligence, enjoyed her disposition, and adored her dedication to Jesse. Slowly, the employer/employee relationship, became more of a, we/together partnership. 

~~~~~ 

One night, after they finished the daily paperwork, Beatrice asked, "When were you planning on holding survival camp?" 

"I was thinking possibly next spring. Although, the more I think about it, I'm really tired of sleeping on the hard ground," then added, "and taking a bunch of newbies into the wilderness isn't a picnic by any stretch of the imagination." 

"Then why do it at all?" She asked. 

Royce, surprised by her question, thought to himself, she may be right, why do I? 

Beatrice recognized his thoughtful expression, mental wheels turning, thinking about what she had just said. She loved his drive, his willingness to work, his passion for life. It was who he was. 

Pressing further, she said, "We do the books together, and they don't lie! The resort is making money, the business account grows every month." 

"I figured you would enjoy getting rid of me occasionally," he answered. 

"There's plenty for you to do around here, and if you must know, I'm getting used to having you around," she admitted. 

"Being a girl from Great Britain, you sure are demanding," he teased. 

"It's not my place to demand, only suggest," she said demurely. Turning to face him directly, she continued, "Royce, I don't know why you think you have to push yourself so hard. You should hire another property manager because you've filled that void long enough. Go out, have fun, it'll be good for you." 

He teased her a little more, by saying, "Go out! Like on a date? I don't know anyone who'd want to go on a date with me," pausing for a moment, he watched her fidget in her chair from the corner of his eye, and then broke the silence, "Any ideas?" 

Hesitantly, she whispered, "Me." 

Continuing the tease, he asked, "Are you telling me, you like me enough to go on a date?" 

Whispering once again, she answered, "You know I like you, and yes." 

"Yes what," he asked, pressing her for the answer he wanted to hear. 

"Yes, I'd like to go on a date with you," she answered. 

"Now, I guess I'll have to arrange for a babysitter," he said smiling. 

"Carol has volunteered already," she offered quickly, her eyes sparkling. 

"She has, has she? I must remember to speak to her about her boldness," Royce teased once again. 

"Oh Royce, please don't. She did so in confidence, and I wouldn't want to break her trust," she pleaded. 

"Okay, but answer me this. Have you two been talking over the possibility of us dating?" 

Beatrice blushed, and answered softly, "Sometimes." 

In his best pirate's voice, Royce growled, "It looks as though I have conspirators in the camp! Very well," pausing for effect, "This Friday, be ready at seven!" 

"I'll have to ask Carol," Beatrice said, while frantically thinking, Holy Shit! That's day-after tomorrow! 

"Co-conspirators shall be sentenced equally! I'll inform Carol of the sentence for her treacherous conspiracy. Or would you rather be sent to the gallows," he asked, while twirling an imaginary mustache. 

Smiling brightly, she shook her head no. 

"Friday, 7 PM," he repeated, his voice unyielding, though soft. 

He kissed his fingers, placed them against her cheek, and said good night. 

~~~~~ 

Royce stayed occupied with resort business on Friday, even though, his mind kept coming back to Beatrice. At noon, he made reservations for 7:30 PM, at the private country club, catering to upscale clientele. With his next call, he arranged for a limo to pick them up at seven. His third call was to a florist, and ordered a single rose to be quietly delivered at the main house front desk, by 6:45 PM. 

At 5 PM sharp, he entered the apartment. Beatrice was nowhere to be seen, and he figured she was in her room getting ready. By 6:30, he sat at the kitchen bar, wearing his best suit and drinking coffee. He looked at his watch, and it read 6:50 PM. He wondered if she would be on time, when she suddenly appeared. 

She was absolutely stunning! A short black dress, clinging to her body as though it was painted on, sheer black lace nylons caressing her long and shapely legs, perched atop 3-inch heels. Large dazzling chocolate brown eyes, her light blonde hair done up, revealing her flawless neck and shoulders, graceful and feminine. 

"What do you think?" she asked, in a honey-sweet voice. 

Royce could find no words, his only response being, to pull her close and kiss her. Their embrace was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Royce started to answer, but she stopped him, wiping the lipstick from the corner of his mouth. 

He opened the door, and Carol entered, nodding in approval, she said, "Knock 'em dead you two!" 

Royce offered his arm, Beatrice graciously accepted, and snuggled close as they left the room. Stopping by the front desk, Royce handed her the rose, and said, "My rose to you, although, it pales next to your beauty," she smiled wonderfully at his words and kissed him softly. Carol, watching from the apartment doorway, closed it quietly as they departed. 

The limo driver was waiting by an open door, and said, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Chapman. My name is Stephen. I'll be your driver for the night." Royce nodded, and helped Beatrice into the back seat. Both, driver and Royce, rounded the car and the driver, opening the rear door, asked, "Where to, Sir?" 

"De' Amour," Royce said, and slipped inside. 

She scooted close, and grabbed his hand, interlacing her fingers with his, and then said excitedly, "I've never been treated this wonderful, thank you Royce," and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

"It was your idea, I just ran with it from there," he said. 

~~~~~ 

"Chapman," Royce told the maître d'. After checking the list of reservations, he led them to a small semicircular booth, facing a large dance floor and elevated stage. 

A male waiter appeared, dressed in the typical, white long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, vest and bow tie. He laid menus on the table, and said, "My name is Tony. I'll be your waiter for tonight," and then asked, "Would Monsieur and Madame care for some wine?" 

"Yes, a bottle of your best red," Royce instructed. 

"Right away, Sir," and he disappeared into the kitchen. 

Royce leaned close, and said, "Did you notice how you captured the attention of every man here?" 

"Yes, I feel so self-conscious. I also noticed every woman was looking at the handsome man I'm with," she complimented. 

Royce chuckled, saying, "I don't think they were looking at me, all eyes were on you," and then added, "We need to be careful, female jealousy could get us thrown out, thirsty and hungry!" 

She grabbed his hand, and nervously played with his fingers, while she said, "You're spoiling me with wonderful compliments. A girl could let a night like this go to her head." 

The waiter appeared with two long-stemmed flutes, and the wine in a silver bucket of ice. He uncorked the bottle, and poured a small amount into one class, offering it to Royce. He inhaled the aroma, took a sip, and nodded his approval. 

The waiter poured the wine, and asked, "Does Monsieur and Madame need more time to select from the menu?" 

"Yes, we do," Royce countered. 

"Very well," and the waiter disappeared quietly. 

Beatrice, refusing to let go of his hand, asked Royce to order for her. He chose chicken Cordon Bleu, seasoned rice and house salad. 

"Do you know any of these people?" she asked. 

"Very few, and only in passing. Most of them are businessmen, doctors, lawyers and the insanely rich," he replied. 

"And where do you fit on this list," she questioned. 

"Insane would be first, and businessman somewhere down in the mix," he quipped. 

Beatrice laughed softly, saying, "That's funny, although, I've heard rumors you were of the latter." 

Royce, obviously teasing, replied, "Gold digger!" 

She returned lightly, "A girl does have needs, you know," and Royce could only smile. 

The waiter reappeared, and Royce ordered their meal. 

Beatrice, looking round the room, said, "This place is beautiful, have you been here before?" 

"No. I've thought about it occasionally, but things never seemed to work out, until tonight," he answered. 

~~~~~ 

Their previous ten months together allowed the conversation to flow easily across a wide range of topics, the meal had been excellent, and as the waiter cleared the table, Royce ordered another bottle. 

Soft melodies filled the room, and as the band played, they watched as couples slowly made their way to the dance floor. Royce squeezed her hand, and asked if she would care to dance, to which she answered, "I would love to." 

He led her to the floor, and while he pulled her close, he could feel her tremble ever so slightly. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and quietly confessed into his ear, "Although, I'm a little nervous, I can't think of any place I'd rather be." 

Their night ended with a perfect kiss. 

~~~~~ 

The following summer, disaster struck, and tore his world apart. 

Royce entered the apartment, and on the kitchen bar, found a note beside the local newspaper. 

The headlines read, "Local businessman guilty of incest!" 

Frantically, he ran to Beatrice's bedroom and found nothing, her clothing and personal items, gone. 

He went to Jesse's room, and saw Carol rocking the baby. The revulsion in her eyes, said everything. 

She handed him the baby, and said, "You'll need a new nanny, she left for London," pausing outside the door, with tear filled eyes, she added, "I can't believe you did this to her!" 

Royce said nothing, as Carol walked away, knowing she would never return. 

He returned to the kitchen, and while holding Jesse, he read the note. 

Mr. Chapman, 

After learning of your incestuous history, I can no longer remain in your employ. I ask that you do not attempt to contact me, now, or in the future. 

Beatrice Woolford 

~~~~~ 

Within days, the resort was empty, all the staff had quit. Royce had to close, and chain, the entrance gates, posting "no trespassing" signs to keep the reporters away. After two weeks, even they were gone. 

At Crystal's grave site, while clutching Jesse to his chest, he wept his good-bye, saying, "We have to leave you here. Our child must not suffer because of our actions. I promise to love and protect her, keeping her from the world's vengeance. A piece of my heart remains with you, always. Good-bye, my love." 

Under cover of a moonless night, and leaving the desolation behind, they slipped away. 

~~~~~ 

San Diego, California, 17 years later. 

~~~~~ 

"Miss Jessica Proctor," the high school principal called out. Jesse walked across the stage, received her diploma, and waved to Royce as she returned to her seat. After selling the resort, he legally changed their last names, and while living a moderate lifestyle, successfully avoided any unwanted attention. 

The ceremony had ended, and Jesse ran to his waiting arms, hugging him tightly. He was her rock, and she was his anchor, constantly together, as if tied at the hip. Although she had friends, he worried about her social life, preferring his company above all else. 

On the drive home, he told her, "Your graduation present is on the dining room table, it may not be anything you expected, but I think you'll like it." 

"As long as it's from you, I know I'll like it," she said excitedly, and then added, "I love you, Daddy." 

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replied. 

~~~~~ 

Royce unlocked the front door, and Jesse sprinted to the dining room. When he entered, she looked at him and asked, "What's all this for?" 

Royce asked her to sit, while he explained, "The credit card, in your name," while handing it to her, "is to make travel arrangements to any, or all destinations on these brochures. This includes modes of travel, passports, tourist visas, hotel accommodations and the purchase of any apparel necessary for the trip. If you need help, like with travel advisories, contact a reputable international travel agency," he kissed her on top of her head, and went to change. He no more than entered his room, when he heard her squeal with delight. 

Jesse, her mind in a whirl, sat staring at all the brochures. A man she loved with all her heart, had just offered to lay the world at her feet! Places she only dreamed of: London, Paris, Rome, and the Caribbean! Her heart was hammering with excitement as she labored to breathe, and on trembling legs, she staggered to the sink, splashing water on her face, in an effort to regain control. 

Retaking her seat, she gently thumbed through the brochures. Romantic places occupied her thoughts with images of intimate bungalows on white-sand beaches, lavish and luxurious hotel suites with breathtaking views, lounging by the pool before dining and dancing at opulent restaurants. 

Slowly, a deliberate plan came to life. Seducing the only man she ever loved, her father. 

~~~~~ 

Sitting in first class aboard the jumbo jet, Royce said to Jesse, "Two small suitcases and a garment bag, isn't very much luggage for the amount of time we're spending abroad." 

"Relax, we'll buy what we need as we go. No need of dragging a year's worth of apparel around, except on the way home," Jesse said holding his hand. 

"And how did you get so smart?" Royce asked. 

"Somebody told me to make all the plans, and since I came from the smart end of the gene pool, the choice was simple," Jesse said with a brilliant smile. 

"Leave it up to me to muddy the waters by asking stupid questions," Royce retorted. 

Jesse gripped his hand even tighter as the jet roared down the runway, thinking all the while, we're on our way, no turning back. 

"I'm a little surprised at your first choice, why Russia?" Royce inquired. 

"With a little research, I found out late summer is the ideal season to visit Moscow. Average temperatures are comfortable, ranging from the high 70s to low 80s. The winters can be brutal, so I thought you'd appreciate missing that," she said with a sarcastic smile. 

"Yep, the smart-ass end of the gene pool," he said, settling back into his seat, he then added, "Ten hours of flight time, this could be a long trip!" 

Their laughter was interrupted by the stewardess, asking, "Would you like something to drink?" 

"A scotch on the rocks for me," Royce answered, and while looking at Jesse, asked, "Would you like a glass of wine, hopefully accompanied by a handful of sedatives?" 

The stewardess looked bewildered, while Jesse roared with laughter. Royce looked at the stewardess, and said, "Only kidding, just bring the sedatives." 

Jesse jabbed her elbow in his ribs, and said to the stewardess, "You'll have to excuse him, there wasn't enough room in the cargo hold. A glass of Merlot please." 

As the stewardess moved on, Jesse turned toward Royce, and whispered smiling, "I have contingency plans for people like you, which may include dark dungeons and unmerciful torture," and then kissed him on his cheek. 

He said, with a mischievous grin, "Hey, now we're talking about something I can get into!" 

Jesse wickedly thought to herself: if I play my cards right, I have something you can get into. The remainder of the flight was filled with idle talk, an in-flight movie, and occasional naps. 

After exiting customs and retrieving their bags, Jesse stopped at the terminal's currency exchange. Receiving a fistful of rubles, she stuffed them in Royce's pocket and headed toward a waiting line of taxis outside. 

They were quickly surrounded by drivers, offering their services in their broken English. Jesse, on the advice of the travel agency, negotiated a price to the Ritz-Carlton, located on the famous Red Square, and they were on their way. 

The hotel porters, carrying their bags, showed them to their signature luxury suite. Royce tipped the porters, and then stood behind Jesse, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

From a sitting room, filled with classic imperial-style furnishings, floor to ceiling windows overlooked the breathtaking and iconic architecture of Red Square. Multicolored Orthodox spires, crowned with brilliant gold crests, pierced the sky in glorious display around the perimeter, while people walked across the elaborate plaza below in every direction. Directly across the square, sat the Kremlin, the very heart of the Russian government. 

"I don't know what to say, it's so beautiful," Jesse whispered, not to ruin the moment. 

"I'm impressed with your excellent choice," Royce complimented. Pulling her close, they stood like this for several moments, enjoying the view and each other's company. 

Eventually, Jesse said, "Let's check out the rest of the suite."