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A Reality Check

... for only 20 minutes, she still needed more sleep but right now it was time for all of us to eat, relax and enjoy the company of each other in conjunction with our location. Up north it was winter but here it was much more moderate and now that the sun was lower in the sky it became even more comfortable especially with the light breeze coming from the ocean. After eating, talking and trading stories plus the theories concerning our existence as it is we felt better now than almost any time previously. The several drinks I had helped my current feeling but Charlotte kept making them and I kept drinking them. I didn’t pound them down rather I was slowly getting to the point of being drunk, I was very well buzzed at this point and I had a little more to go before I was totally there. Charlotte almost had as many as I did but for all I knew she was acclimated to alcohol but given her weight and the amount I calculated she drank then she was at least buzzing pretty good. Chapter 21: (The reality of it all) With the sun descending below the horizon over the Gulf Iris retired to the motor home intent to go to sleep, Charlotte went to her RV intending to resume her work and I was laid back in the same chair I had been in. To make things easier I went from mixed drinks to straight Vodka and had the bottle on a small table beside my chair. I was in a comfort zone and only moved to fill my glass from the bottle when needed knowing that after awhile I would simply pass out right where I ...

... was. After maybe ten minutes Charlotte came back outside walked up and stood beside my chair, “I can’t concentrate to do anything in there tonight”, she slurred. “So you want a drink”, I asked. “Hell Yeah”, she responded. I think she was mocking me from earlier but either way she loosened up some which was a refreshing change, and likely for herself as well, to not have to deal with or for her to portray a hard bitch. “Pull up a chair”, I said. “Nope, I’m gonna go for a walk”, she said. “Ok, maybe later then”, I said. “Come with me”, she said. I was in a really comfortable spot but I decided to go along with her. If you want to find out who a person really is then either get them drunk or take a trip with them. In this case it was both scenarios and I was intrigued so I pushed myself up and stood in front of her. Looking at her she had a gleam in her eyes that I figured were thoughts brought on by inebriation but either way she seemed much more pleasant drunk than stone cold sober. We walked side by side towards then onto the beach and strolled without a word spoken. The sun had set just below the horizon casting a pale light in the background to the West. We were on the eastern side of the island looking out over the Atlantic. The full moon was just above the horizon casting a light on the water that followed us as we walked. It sure made for a classic romantic venue just with the lack of conversation. I was about to break the silence when Charlotte spoke up, “I’m not really ...