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slow, her eyes widening as the passion built in
both of them.
    There was no mad pounding like the
movies men seem to love so much, there was only this man above her, moving
agonizingly slowly with absolute control over his body, his eyes impassioned
and blazing with intense desire.  She wished that it would never
end.  When he had reached as far as he could possibly go, it was Pat who
became the wild one, shrieking and clawing in her pleasure as her hips writhed
and drew from him the fiery essence that scalded her inside.
    She tucked her head in the hollow of
his throat and listened as their hearts pounded, his weight delicious and
welcome on her own body.  It had never been like this for her before, and
she had the dawning realization that it would never be this way again. 
What they had shared was a once in a lifetime experience, granted to very
few.  She sighed, more satisfied than she had ever been in her life, and
she traced his back lightly as she lay there, savoring the moment.
    After they had recovered, Brian
shyly showed her, larger spring-fed pool where they could bathe, and they took
a great deal of pleasure in washing the swamp from each other’s bodies. 
Later, they moved their camp to the new hummock and set up the shelter, using
fresh ferns beneath the poncho.  Brian cut a new trench around the shelter
and they lay the sun fresh blanket atop it.

 
    THE
FEAST
     
    Brian managed to shoot a brace of
ducks for their dinner while Pat collected firewood for the night, and then
more for the signal fire should it be needed.  She occupied herself with
mindless chores as she savored the fantasy that was Brian.  When he
brought the ducks back and prepared them, she went to the big spring fed pool
and bathed again, using a sliver of a bar of scented soap she had found in the
suitcase she had abandoned at the old campsite.
    While the ducks were roasting in
their foil wrappers, stuffed with the fruits, berries, and tubers Brian had
collected, they made love on top of the blanket they would sleep beneath that
night.  Brian was tender and called her name over and over as he slowly
built towards their mutual bliss.  At the final moment she felt her soul open
up in joy at the same time she felt the sadness.  It was not the same, it
would never be the same for them again. Both of them knew it.
    The ducks were delicious, and Pat
was amazed at how Brian could wrangle such a gourmet meal from the beautiful
but desolate swamp.  They cleaned up their cooking mess and made the
campsite ready for night. There were no clouds and they remembered the flare
gun and flares in their watertight case, keeping it handy as they sat by the
campfire and spoke quietly about their lives.  When it was time for sleep,
Pat eased beneath the blanket, nude and ready.  Brian crawled in moments
later and she reached for him eagerly.
    She was surprised when he stayed her
hand, and even more surprised when he cradled her head in the crook of his
strong arm and lay back on the waterproof bag they were again using as a
pillow.  “When this is all over,” he said in a strange voice, “you’ll go
back to your husband and your children and your life.  This will all be a
dream and I’ll be far away.”  He turned onto his side and gazed down into
her limpid eyes.  “I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, I don’t have
the words.  I can tell you this:  I won’t cheapen what
happened between us with ‘comfort’ sex.  What happened between us was
magic, something special I’ll never forget.”
    He was silent for a long moment
before he spoke again.  “What we did is against everything I believe in,
what I stand for, and I should be ashamed of myself.  I’m not.  I’m a
grown man and I’m not ashamed of what I felt and what we shared, but I know
it’s not a forever thing.”
    Pat didn’t know what to say, her
feelings huge and inexpressible.  He had said what needed to be
said.  Suddenly she was exhausted, by the