The Island, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 13

Author's Note, Part 2: Apologies in advance, but this was inevitable. The story demanded it. Hold off on the angry comments until the next chapter comes out. Chapter 13 I arrived at the beach just after the sun had gone down. Most people had eaten already, and I scraped together a tray of food (we were using the airline trays for their intended purpose—I personally felt the food on the island was better than the stuff on the plane) and thanked the neo-hippies for their cooking. I plopped down on the sand. I was just finishing when Joelle appeared. “Dave! There you are. Where have you been?” “I was exploring in the jungle,” I said. Several jungles my mind supplied giddily. “I got a little tied up.” I managed to keep a straight face. “Anything going on?” I asked. “No. I helped Janie and Jared clean their fish. The caught a whole bunch.” “I think I just ate one, thanks. Shall we make rounds on our patients?” I offered her my arm and we made a circuit of the beach, checking on the various minor wounds that had been dressed or sutured after the crash, and inspecting Danielle’s leg. “The sutures look pretty good,” Joelle commented. “No sign of infection.” “Yeah. Probably 5 or 6 more days until they come out.” We walked toward Boys’ Town to check on Connor, but I turned back. “What’s wrong?” asked Joelle. “Nothing, go ahead. I needed to ask Danielle something.” I returned to the field hockey coach and she looked up at me expectantly. “Mary’s probably going to tell you quite a story ...

... later. I had a… um… session with your girls today. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it to Joelle. She’s still pretty innocent about those things.” Danielle’s eyebrows raised. “You look a little tired, but I guess you survived. They can be pretty… aggressive.” “No shit,” I said ruefully. “Anyway, just thought I’d give you a heads up.” I jogged over to where Joelle was checking on Connor. He seemed to have mastered his crutches and the leg looked fine. Dkembe was our last stop, the giant still sleeping soundly. “I gave him some more water and coconut milk a little while ago,” Joelle said. “I can’t get him to eat anything, though. I guess the wet nurse starts in the morning. Hopefully she can maintain his nutrition until he wakes up.” We kissed our goodnights and parted. I headed over to Janie’s camp. She was talking to Jared and greeted me with a peck on the cheek. “Hey, Dave!” Jared said. “Were you out exploring?” “Yeah,” I told him. “Saw a few new sights.” Janie’s eyebrow raised as she caught some subtext to my answer. “But I’m pretty beat so I’m going to turn in.” I lay down on the sand and closed my eyes, and was quickly asleep. For once, I was not the first one up in the morning since I slept later than usual. I guess being gang-raped by a field hockey team takes a lot out of a guy. Not that I was complaining. I took a morning swim in the lagoon and had some cold fish and mango for breakfast. Stopping by the medical shelter, I saw Gabrielle with Dkembe’s head in her ...