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sorry for him.”
    “He's a creep.”
    “But, Tamera—”
    “Yes, sweetheart?” she said wrapping her
hands around Brie's waist.
    “—but Tamera, you ARE a navigational
hazard.”
    “I'm a what?” Tamera said laughing.
    “You shouldn't be lying in the hammock in
your bikini. Not down by the lake.”
    “Then maybe I should get some navigation
lights,” Tamera said, smirking, grabbing Brie's head and holding it
between two hands, “And if I did, where should I put them?”
    “I don't really know...” said Brie.
    “Maybe I can put some here...?” Tamera said,
grinning, running a finger down her cleavage, “Or maybe here?”
outlining her hips and waist. “Tell me Brie, you being a girl and
all, would you be distracted by me if you were driving your boat by
my dock?”
    “Yes, I think I would,” Brie said, lightly
cupping Tamera's breast.
    “Jesus Christ, did you almost drown?!” said
Brad, coming in from the garage with grocery bags, startling Brie
and Tamera.
    “I got knocked off the dock and hit my head,”
said Tamera. “Brie saved my life.”
    Brad looked at Brie. “That's what Tony said,
but he's such a bullshitter...”
    “Its true,” said Tamera, hugging Brie. “She's
my hero.”
    “Brie— thank you,” said Brad, embracing his
wife and pulling Brie into the hug. “I can't ever repay you.”
    “All I did was react,” said Brie. “It was
just instinct. Anyone would have done the same thing.”
    “You are so wrong,” said Tamera. “A lot of
people would have panicked. And how many people are strong enough
swimmers to get me to shore— and strong enough to carry me up a
hill? And, don't forget,” Tamera's voice lowering, “How many people
know mouth to mouth resuscitation? You gave it to me twice,”
kissing Brie on the cheek.
    “Shit,” said Brad to Brie, his tone, one of
awe. “You did all THAT? And mouth-to-mouth twice. Imagine
that.”
    “I want a hug too,” said Jackie still playing
on the floor
     

    Despite the swollen lump on the side of her
head, Tamera seemed no worse for wear from her near-death
experience. For Brie it was a different story. The adrenalin that
had been surging through Brie, during and after the rescue, had now
worn off. In its place was exhaustion. Brie could barely get
through dinner. So at 8:00 Brie excused herself and went to bed
early, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
    Brie awoke four hour later to the sounds of
moaning and thrashing coming from the living room. She walked out
the bedroom door in her nighty, the house dark except for the
half-moon shining through the massive windows facing the lake.
There, in silhouette, were Brad and Tamera, she bent over the sofa,
Brad driving into her sculpted buttocks with what looked like fury.
“...you can never leave me, Tamera... you can never leave me...
never...” From the side, both their frames were stretched and
arched, Tamera's arms rigid on the couch back while Brad's powerful
forearms gripped Tamera's waist. Whatever each of them were saying
to each other it was only a brief interruption of the more
prevalent moans, groans and gasps they were exchanging, “... I love
you Tammy…”
    “I know,” said Tamera.”
    “I'm not sharing you...”
    “That's what you want.”
    “I can't lose you...”
    “I know...” said Tamera, her back arching in
the darkness, orgasms seizing her body just as Brad simultaneously
bucked hard with his pelvis, his head bending back letting out his
own loud groan. Brie always felt welcome to participate in any
intimate act that Tamera and Brad were engaging in, but not this
time. This looked like serious stuff. This was
“things-that-needed-to-be-worked-out-sex”. Brie felt like she was
eavesdropping.
    Brie walked out of the room quietly, Brad and
Tamera fading into exhaustion.
     
     
    The first thing Brie noticed when she woke up
in the morning was the smell of flowers. She opened her eyes and
saw large bouquets on either side of her. At the side