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‘What time is it?’ I asked standing up and stretching. She looked at her watch. ‘A little after eight.’ I nodded, picked up the clothes I had carefully folded the night before and walked into the bathroom. After I dressed I splashed some cold water on my face then moved back into the main room. As I sat down on the bed and pulled on my sandals, I said. ‘I don’t have any tennis shoes or anything with me.’ I heard Marie chuckle and looked up at her. ‘Like I said last night, the Mason’s will get you whatever you need.’ She put the papers back in her briefcase and went into the bathroom while I finished doing up my sandals and ran the brush through my hair. I picked up the hair tie that Marie had given me yesterday and quickly pulled my hair back into a ponytail before dropping the nightgown and brush into the duffel bag and zipping it up. I was sitting on my bed, holding my duffel bag and staring at the now turned off TV when Marie came out of the bathroom. I looked up at her and. We left nothing unexplored. I found sweet Linda to be quite vocal. Words poured from that pretty mouth I would never had thought possible. I remember her screaming 'fuck me' so loud I'm sure the neighbors were all aware. It wasn't until seven thirty we left the cabin to get something to eat. The restaurant was a bit of a hike but our bungalow was only a few yards from the shore. I knew I was falling in love every time I looked at her. Those ten days were the best of my life. Besides the constant love making, I taught her to surf on rented boards and we also scuba dived in the crystal clear cove, swimming among the schools of brightly colored fish. No honeymoon could top this but all the time I had this ominous feeling something would happen to rob us of our joy. Then... when we arrived back home I was informed that Pete died of complications. I went into a deep PTSD depression and shut out everyone including Linda. She was as devastated as I was powerless to stop it from happening. I.
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