The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

... swim well. I don’t remember anything after that. I thought I was drowning.” “We found you in the cargo hold,” I told him. “You must have washed in there by luck. I’m sorry about your sister, unfortunately she didn’t make it.” He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Gabrielle, professional nurturer that she was, wrapped him in a hug and began singing to him in French. He clung to her like a life raft in a hurricane, until his emotions ran their course. He stared morosely at the sand, apparently numb at his loss. Joelle shooed me away, and the two women began wiping his face with a wet cloth, talking to him in soothing voices and helping him dress. His bag had long before been brought into the medical hut for this very eventuality. I was just glad we were actually getting to use it. I left them to their mothering, figuring a little TLC was what he needed most. I made my way to Janie’s area, where she and Jared were eating some fruit and smoked fish. I gave her a peck on the cheek and, sitting down, told them the news about Dkembe. “The poor man,” she said. “I’m glad he’s awake. I hope he can come to terms with his loss.” She hugged Jared tightly in reaction. “Mooo-oom!” he groused, embarrassed. She kissed him, then let him escape to run off to Boy’s Town. I sat with her in silence as she processed her emotions. She was quiet for a reflective moment, but her natural ebullience rapidly resurfaced. “How was last night?” she asked with a wicked grin. “Magical,” I said simply. “I’ll ...

... leave it at that. Thanks for your part in it.” “What, no details?” she complained. “Not this time. I’d feel bad about Joelle. She’s pretty bashful and I don’t want to kiss and tell. I’ll let her spill it to you when she’s ready. It sounds like you two don’t hold anything back.” She smirked. “So she took my advice?” “Hell, yes!” I said with a laugh. “Like I said—you can get her to tell you about it.” She punched me on the arm lightly. “I’m glad you had a good time.” “What’s on your agenda today?” I asked her. “I’m going out with the hunters. They’re trying to get another pig today, since the meat is running low.” “Ahh, hoping for some of the other white meat, huh?” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively. She stuck her tongue out at me. “It really is a hunting trip. If we catch one, maybe there will be a celebration. Maybe I’ll even tell you about it, maybe not.” She turned away in mock indignation. I tickled her, and she collapsed onto the sand laughing. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Like that limits me at all,” she scoffed. I just laughed, and got up to check on the other injured folks. Danielle was sitting with Mary near the water, and I chatted with the two of them for a moment, checked her wound, which looked good, and her foot, which appeared to be fully functional. Connor I found at the Girl’s Club, with a cluster of young ladies around him. When I shooed them away to check out his leg, I discovered what they had been doing: the toenails on his splinted foot ...