“Is that something you do?” “In my head, yes,” I said. “But, if I thought I could get something like them, I would do it.”Smiling, Cyril confessed he'd love to see me in action with somebody else and I said, “I’d like that, too.”“I have an idea,” he said and began texting. I told George my back needed sunscreen and Cyril laughed as his fat ass friend ran over to rub oil on my back and shoulders. I told him he could put it on my ass and legs and George took his time doing it. But it made his day and I giggled hysterically as he trotted off.By two that afternoon, it was too hot for me and Cyril said, “Let’s go for a boat ride.”We drove to the launch like before, boarded the yacht, and headed toward Menemsha. I saw big houses as we drew close to a boat and Cyril shouted “Ahoy” a couple of times before a man came up from below.After introducing me to John, another year rounder, Cyril said we were going around the island and he was welcome to join us. John looked younger than Cyril but I. For a moment, he directed all of his attention at Bena. He looked her over carefully, looking for any sign of trauma or distress. He noticed some streaks of dirt down her face and a small scratch on her neck, just under her jaw. Her eyes were filled with worry and her face was drawn from weariness, but there were no open wounds. Beyond the angry welt at her neck, there was no blood.He managed a sigh of relief. She was safe. Although he’d done everything he could to push it from his mind as he battled the dragons, he had been worried since he’d heard her calling to him.He looked around for Teran but he could not see her. Strangely, he could feel her, off in the distance, moving towards him. He was somewhat startled to realize he could feel Bena as well, kneeling next to him. His mother was off to the side, just out of eyesight in the darkness, trying to comfort a family who had lost their child in the fray. Issa was distant – he could feel her but not what she was doing.What startled.
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