up with such a perfect one, though it all seemed too good to be true
"I am as real as you are," she replied, as her smile grew even larger. "Why would I not be?"
Without warning, she stood like a naiad rising from her fountain, and he found himself unable to turn away. Her body was every bit as enchanting as her eyes and smile, and he struggled to fight back his instinctive urges.
Gracefully she stepped from the tub as though her actions were perfectly normal, and finally he found the strength to look away. He wondered why he would even do so, since she seemed to have no problem with him watching her, yet he still felt it necessary.
"We need to be going," she told him, and as he turned to acknowledge her, he found her wearing her furs once more. "Sunset is coming soon, and there is no better time to go netting."
"Netting?" he inquired as she stepped through the rear opening, but he would have to wait for her return to get his answer.
A short moment later, she walked back into the room carrying a net, and a green, woven basket, with a green, woven lid on it.
"Yes, netting," she finally replied. "What better way is there to catch a fish?"
He stood as she passed, and began to follow her out of the sanctuary. Surely, he could never get tired of walking behind her, though her direction brought forth another question.
"We're not going to the river?"
"What we will be catching," she briefly explained, "cannot be found in the river."
This answer suited him just fine as he simply figured that they were heading for the beach.
Stepping closer to her, he reached out, and placed his hand on the net.
"Please allow me to carry these," he said politely, and the smile she gave him was reward enough, as she handed him the items, and continued down the narrow path through the jungle.
"You are so kind," she told him without turning, and for a while, they walked in silence through the lively jungle.
Gradually, questions began to invade his mind once more. Finding himself in this situation was mysterious enough by itself, but not knowing who he even was, at the same time, left him quite confused.
Desperately he tried to remember anything about himself. He tried to concentrate on any possible skills that might seem familiar, hoping he might be able to figure out what his occupation had been. Nothing was quickly forthcoming.
Perhaps he was married, or had a girlfriend. As he tried to remember any such face, all he could imagine was the beautiful Asian woman that now walked before him, and for a moment, she distracted his line of thinking.
Shaking off her hypnotic effect, he tried to envision places or things that might seem familiar, and finally something popped into his head. It was a 2009 customized, silver Corvette Zr1 convertible, and the thought was a rather pleasant one. He was not sure if it was simply the car of his dreams, or if that was actually what he drove, but the thought pleased him nonetheless.
For a moment, he imagined driving along the coastline, as her hair blew in the wind on a warm summer’s day. Her outfit seemed to fit well in such a scenario as he admired it, what little there was.
Finally, they reached the opening, and as she stepped out onto the sand, with nothing but the ocean in front of her, he was taken aback. She was truly a sight to see, but he figured that she would make any environment seem to be a bit dreamy.
As if to play on his weaknesses she turned, and bounced with excitement.
"There is going to be a full moon tonight," she said with an innocent, yet playful nature, before turning to head back toward the water.
Reaching it, she stepped in, and turned to her left.
"It's only a short way from here," she told him as she began to gently splash her way up the coast, and he decided to follow in her footsteps. His feet were becoming a bit tender from going without shoes for so long, and the water was a welcomed relief.
Peacefully, the ocean breeze consumed him, and the sound of the waves
"I am as real as you are," she replied, as her smile grew even larger. "Why would I not be?"
Without warning, she stood like a naiad rising from her fountain, and he found himself unable to turn away. Her body was every bit as enchanting as her eyes and smile, and he struggled to fight back his instinctive urges.
Gracefully she stepped from the tub as though her actions were perfectly normal, and finally he found the strength to look away. He wondered why he would even do so, since she seemed to have no problem with him watching her, yet he still felt it necessary.
"We need to be going," she told him, and as he turned to acknowledge her, he found her wearing her furs once more. "Sunset is coming soon, and there is no better time to go netting."
"Netting?" he inquired as she stepped through the rear opening, but he would have to wait for her return to get his answer.
A short moment later, she walked back into the room carrying a net, and a green, woven basket, with a green, woven lid on it.
"Yes, netting," she finally replied. "What better way is there to catch a fish?"
He stood as she passed, and began to follow her out of the sanctuary. Surely, he could never get tired of walking behind her, though her direction brought forth another question.
"We're not going to the river?"
"What we will be catching," she briefly explained, "cannot be found in the river."
This answer suited him just fine as he simply figured that they were heading for the beach.
Stepping closer to her, he reached out, and placed his hand on the net.
"Please allow me to carry these," he said politely, and the smile she gave him was reward enough, as she handed him the items, and continued down the narrow path through the jungle.
"You are so kind," she told him without turning, and for a while, they walked in silence through the lively jungle.
Gradually, questions began to invade his mind once more. Finding himself in this situation was mysterious enough by itself, but not knowing who he even was, at the same time, left him quite confused.
Desperately he tried to remember anything about himself. He tried to concentrate on any possible skills that might seem familiar, hoping he might be able to figure out what his occupation had been. Nothing was quickly forthcoming.
Perhaps he was married, or had a girlfriend. As he tried to remember any such face, all he could imagine was the beautiful Asian woman that now walked before him, and for a moment, she distracted his line of thinking.
Shaking off her hypnotic effect, he tried to envision places or things that might seem familiar, and finally something popped into his head. It was a 2009 customized, silver Corvette Zr1 convertible, and the thought was a rather pleasant one. He was not sure if it was simply the car of his dreams, or if that was actually what he drove, but the thought pleased him nonetheless.
For a moment, he imagined driving along the coastline, as her hair blew in the wind on a warm summer’s day. Her outfit seemed to fit well in such a scenario as he admired it, what little there was.
Finally, they reached the opening, and as she stepped out onto the sand, with nothing but the ocean in front of her, he was taken aback. She was truly a sight to see, but he figured that she would make any environment seem to be a bit dreamy.
As if to play on his weaknesses she turned, and bounced with excitement.
"There is going to be a full moon tonight," she said with an innocent, yet playful nature, before turning to head back toward the water.
Reaching it, she stepped in, and turned to her left.
"It's only a short way from here," she told him as she began to gently splash her way up the coast, and he decided to follow in her footsteps. His feet were becoming a bit tender from going without shoes for so long, and the water was a welcomed relief.
Peacefully, the ocean breeze consumed him, and the sound of the waves
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