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when Brian stopped her.  “We need to
gather up all the bottles after we eat.  I’ve got a surprise for
you.”  He refused to tell her any more.  Pat was like a child
guessing at her birthday present, and Brian seemed to be enjoying every minute
of it. No matter how much she wheedled and pleaded, he wouldn’t tell her what
the surprise was.
    The rabbit was delicious, roasted to
a golden brown over the coals, and then basted with a mixture of the Tabasco
sauce from tiny bottles in the M.R.E.s and salt and pepper from the remaining
condiment packs.  The fruit was tart and refreshing and Pat thought she
had never had such an interesting breakfast.

 
     
    After breakfast, she slipped her tee
shirt on to help protect her a bit from the mosquitoes that seemed much less in
evidence in the cool air and daylight, and followed Brian into the
swamps.  He had emptied the duffle bag of his belongings and stuffed the
plastic bottles inside it.  The two straps affixed to the outside of the
duffel bag enabled him to carry  it like a backpack, and they soon arrived
at a much larger dry spot a couple of hundred yards wide and perhaps a quarter
of a mile long. There were giant water oaks in a grove at the center, and there
was evidence of deer, rabbit, opossum, squirrel, and what could have been fox
tracks. There was an artesian spring surrounded by moss near the north end of
the huge hummock, and the water was clear and cold.  Brian knelt and drank
straight from the spring, the taste of the water clean and good.  Pat
knelt beside him and took one of the bottles from the green duffel bag, filling
it first and drinking from it.  Water had never tasted so good.
    “It’s gorgeous Brian,” Pat said,
“couldn’t we stay here and wait instead of on our little hummock? It was much
less crowded, and there was fresh water and trees…
    Brian grinned.  “Yeah, we can,”
he said, “I thought it was too far away but I was disoriented…we’re almost as
close as we were at the other spot.”  He pointed.”If you look through
those trees right there you can just see the tip of the tail section.” 
Pat moved closer to him to try to follow his point and found that she was so
close she could see the details of his long eyelashes.  The eyes beneath
the lashes were an odd hazel that seemed to change with the light, and Pat was
suddenly lost in their depths.
    They stood, face to face in the
depths of the Okefenokee, neither of them able to speak.  In that moment,
Pat knew she would never be able to explain the way she felt about this man to
anyone…she wasn’t sure she understood it herself.  Whatever it was, it was
earth moving, and it shattered her conceptions of fidelity, of honor, and even
of pride.  Nothing on earth was going to stop her from reaching out for
this moment in time.  At this instant, he was hers and hers alone. 
Her hand trembled as she reached out for his face and drew him to hers. 
His lips were full and soft, mating with hers in a ritual as old as man
himself. 
    She felt the ineffable sweetness of
him as he trembled against her, not with fear or intimidation, but with desire
restrained by his own sense of honor.    It would not save him
this time.  Pat drew his hands to her exposed belly, and started them on
their journey up beneath her tee shirt.  She wriggled as they explored her
body, soft, but demanding.  When she was sure he was committed to what she
desired more than anything else in the world at this moment in time, she began
an exploration of her own.  Her hands, remembering his hardness from the
night before, returned to his heat, his manhood straining towards her
grasp.  Somehow their clothes were gone and it was just the two of them,
reclining on the incredible softness of the green moss surrounding the
spring.  She opened herself to him, guiding him with soft whimpers of approval
and hurried movements of her delicate hands until he began to fill her. 
His entry was excruciatingly