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Bestowal

... looming over her, protecting her from me, and she slowly rises from the sofa. Again, I quickly catch a glimpse of all of her, then Jake steps in front, either accidentally or purposefully shielding her, and they stroll to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. The sun is shining through a bank of clouds, and Christie is giving me what for. "You didn't come through with your end of the bargain," she complains. Her foot curls around a perfectly formed shell, and I'm amazed at the coloration of her toenails. "You didn't give me time," I retort. "If you two had gone on a little longer, I would have. And besides, I never got a real good view." "That wasn't part of the deal. I was naked, you were supposed to masturbate." She laughs, letting me know that she isn't truly angry with me. "I'll bet it was pretty good when you did, wasn't it?" I hesitate, not knowing how to retort, and she teases further. "Oh, come on. You can tell me. I'll bet your orgasm was better than mine!" "Didn't Jake do it for you?" I banter back. "Oh, he was his normal self, adequate, but I was thinking of you. After he got done and rolled over, I got up and came out to the living room, hoping I could get you to perform for me. But you'd already gone to bed." "You should have knocked on my door," I offered. "Sure, right. Then Jake gets up, finds out what's going on, and guess what would happen." She smiles at the thought, however. "I wonder . . . no, that wouldn't work. Oh, well," she sighs, and I consider ...

... what the fantasy might have been. After 8:30, we arrive back at the condo, and Jake, as usual, is still fast asleep. We breakfast on our fruit and granola, sharing the local newspaper until the phone unexpectedly rings. I grab it. "Hello?" "Hi, Derek." It's Michelle, Jake's admin. I dated her for a while, a long time back, and Jake went out with her a few times, too, before he met Christie, ignoring the proverb about not sleeping with anyone you work with. "Is Jake around?" "Hold on," I say to her, then ask Christie to tell Jake that the office is calling. He trundles out, and speaks for four or five minutes to Michelle. Most of the conversation, at least on this end, consists of grunts and obscenities. Jake grabs a pencil, scribbles on a note pad, then tells Michelle, "All right, I'll be there. Tell Danny he owes me big time, though." He hangs up, then looks to us. "Bad news," he reveals. "Our biggest client is on a warpath, they were on CNBC this morning, and Dan wants me back in the office to help with the peace offerings. They've got me on a 1:40 flight coming back this afternoon. You guys can drive me to the airport, okay?" "I'll go home with you," Christie offers. "Me, too," I add. We've still got one day to go, but it looks like the vacation is breaking up. "Naw, that's stupid," Jake decides, scratching his stomach. "The company's picking up my plane flight, if we try to get you back you'll have to pay for a one-way ticket. Besides, just because they screwed me doesn't ...