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The slow churn of water glided over their erogenous zones. The more John moved, the more tantalizing the water became as if Hannah were an instrument ready to be plucked. The momentum continued until Hannah became wild-eyed and feverish. Suddenly her eyes flew open. She gasped and arched her back.
    “Stop it, John!” she said as she continued to hold on to him, and writhing about.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m going to – go on myself,” Hannah warned.
    “We’re already in the water, so it doesn’t make a difference now,” he teased. He held onto her as she gushed. He watched while she screamed and wiggled around in his arms. She gasped repeatedly, a wave of warmth coming over her, intense heat that started at her toes and rose all the way to her breasts. Her genitals throbbed. John grinned at her slyly. He continued moving in the same fashion, savoring what was happening before his eyes. When she was finished, she fell limp in his arms, unable to keep herself afloat in the water any longer. He held her close, still churning slowly inside her as her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her.
    “Mama said I wouldn’t like it,” she finally was able to say. “The first time I didn’t, but you were so nice about it, it made it easier. The second time, it was fine, and I thought that’s what it’d be like from there on out. This time, John, I don’t know what happened.” John looked down at her wedding ring, worn on his mother’s necklace, admired it.
    “Ladies are raised to be modest and quiet when making love. We’re told as men that ladies don’t enjoy intercourse. In the War, there were women considered unsavory because they had no problem hiding their feelings. It’s just something that – well – isn’t spoken of. There’s nothing wrong with liking it, Hannah.” He gave a mischievous grin and kissed her on her nose.
    Hannah smiled and melted as John began to move inside her again. He pulled her legs tightly around his waist as he swayed in the water, gripping her buttocks tightly with each upward thrust. They looked at one another silently, kissing softly every so often. The dim moonlight bathed their entangled bodies.
    John felt his mission drawing closer. Hannah held even tighter around him as she recognized the signs now. She closed her eyes and concentrated all of her senses. His smell sent her into overdrive. He breathed erratically as he labored. He buried his hands deeper into the flesh of her perky buttocks as he brought her tightly against him. She felt his desire increase incrementally, culminating with powerful thrusts. His body finally succumbed. John panted heavily before regaining composure. His heart rate descended as he lazily held onto her. He sighed deeply, concentrating on the last of the physical rewards as they left his body. He kissed her warm cheek before taking her hand and leading her to shore. They headed towards the meeting tree where they quickly dried off and dressed, resembling Adam and Eve. He took her hand and ran through the grass, laughing. John started to whistle.
    “I’m the happiest man alive!” he screamed joyfully.
    “John, hush! You could wake the dead!” Hannah laughed.
    They approached Master Stewart’s dimly lit house and grew quiet. He picked her up and carried her up the front steps. He slowly opened the door. In their usual manner, they snuck up the creaky stairs. They knew which steps would tell and which ones would keep their secret. Once outside Hannah’s bedroom door, John kissed her.
    “I love you, Hannah Stewart,” he said as he opened the door.
    “I love you too, John Stewart,” she smiled. She walked over to her bed as John began to close the door. Suddenly a light appeared from the far corner of the room. Hannah, startled, jerked her head and screamed. Mary sat up in bed, confused and dazed. She saw Master Stewart standing in the corner of the room. The burning anger emanating from his eyes