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asleep again and breathing deeply,
a wide smile on her pretty face.
    Brian awakened and groaned at the
ache in his groin. He could feel her hand on him and the urgency of his need
made him slip out from under the blanket and head for the edge of the
hummock.  It was cold and damp, and a thick fog lay over the swamp. 
He grabbed himself and managed to stroke only twice before he spilled into the
dark waters.  Relieved, he stood a moment longer and emptied his bladder
into the water.
    He crept back to the bed and stared
down at the beautiful tousled hair of Pat’s head before lifting the waterproof
bag containing their clothes.  They were a tad damp, but not like they
would have been if they’d worn them to bed.  In no time at all he was
dressed and tending the fire, digging deep beneath the wet embers on top for
the living coals at the base of the fire.  Soon, he had a merry flame
going, with some of the bottled water boiling for instant coffee from the
M.R.E.s.

 
     
    Pat smelled the instant coffee
through the morning mist and sat up, the blanket puddling around her
waist.  She shook her hair out and ran her fingers through the tangled
strands, catching Brian’s stare out of the corner of her eye.  “Good
morning hotshot,” she said teasingly.  When she got the expected blush,
she patted the blanket next to her.  “Come here Brian,” she said, “I’m
afraid we need to talk…and besides, I want a sip of that coffee, it smells
good.”
    It was good, in spite of its
strength.  Brian was no longer even pretending not to look at her bare
breasts.  “Look Brian,” she said, handing him the tin canteen cup of
coffee back to him and leaning back on her hands, “we’re going to be in close
quarters for the next few days.  I’m not going to turn my head every time
you have to pee and I don’t expect you to do it for me.  This little piece
of dirt is not very big, and I’m not fond of or used to the critters hanging
out in this dark water.  Yes, I’m married, and yes, in spite of that you
make me horny as a teenager.  I don’t know where this is going, but I want
you to know right this minute…no matter what happens, I won’t be blaming you.”
    It was a long speech for her, and
she was amazed that she got it out without choking.  Pat Ames loved her
husband, and she had no intention of leaving him…but she knew deep inside
herself that she had no intention of leaving this swamp without making love to
this handsome soldier. There was no way to explain why she felt the way she
did, it just was.
    Brian simply stared at her in
amazement.  Pat gave him a few minutes to absorb what she had told him,
and then she leaned forward and she kissed him.  It was not the hard
passionate kiss of a lover, nor was it the quick affectionate peck of a
wife.  It was the deep, soulful kiss of a woman who knew what she wanted
and was determined to have it.  It left Brian breathless as Pat got up and
walked casually to the edge of the hummock to relieve herself into the water.
    For Brian, the view was
spectacular.  He wondered if the trauma of the plane crash and the death
of the others had affected her somehow, but he was no psychologist. Other than
her decision to tantalize him with her nudity and to sleep with him the same
way, she seemed totally normal.  He shrugged.  It could be a lot
worse.
    She put on her tennis shoes and the
wispy panties when the sun came up.  The temperature rose dramatically so
she crawled out of their makeshift bed and hung the ground cloth and blanket
across a simple rack Brian made for her.  She went about a simple
housekeeping routine while Brian went into the swamp for their morning meal.
    He brought back dewberries and some
other late season fruits, as well as a pair of rabbits he had shot with the
pistol on another hummock some distance away. Pat took the fruits and washed
them off with water from the bottled water that was left.  Pat started to
throw the bottles into the fire