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Storm Rider

... provided you enough information on the storm," she shook her head as she spoke. "The storm was supposed to be hours away. I decided to go for a run along the beach and got caught in it when it arrived early," I replied as I studied her face. Her skin was honey brown in color. She had long, tightly curled brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. I studied her eyes closely; she had two different colored eyes. Her left eye was bluish grey and right eye was a light, greenish brown. I stared deeper in to her eyes; we remained staring at each other and silent, longer than what we both should have been comfortable with for just having met. Neither one of us felt uncomfortable with the silence or the staring. She smiled, "Heterochromia." This time, I picked up a slight English accent in her voice. "I can see that," I laughed. She chuckled and replied, "You are foolish and funny." Her bulldog barked and stuck his head out from behind the end of the bar. "I should thank your dog also," I said as I squatted to the floor and extended a hand to the dog. She crossed her arms and informed me, "He is very shy around new people. Give him time to warm up to you." "What's his name," I asked her as I looked over her toned, slim legs. "Poseidon," she replied and snickered. "Of course it is," I smiled. "So, what brings you to, Martinique?" she coyly asked me when she noticed me staring at her legs. I stood up, pointed to the window and replied, "The balmy, tropical weather of your beautiful ...

... Island." She laughed as she stared at my torso. My t-shirt was soaked and clung to my toned body. Moisture began to build up between her legs. "You've met Poseidon, I'm Angelique," she smiled and extended her hand. I shook her hand and replied, "A pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm Gil." "I must admit, Gil, you were quite the impressive sight to look at, making your way here. I was sure the winds were going to knock you over," she smiled, "I've seen the wind knock over bigger men with well-seasoned sea legs." I stared at her and thought to myself, “ You would be a spectacular sight stepping out of my shower.” "I didn't feel very impressive, Angelique. And please accept my apologies for the nasty names I called your beautiful island, as I made my way to you," I laughed. She laughed and motioned me to the bar, "Let me get you a drink. Have a seat and talk to me for a while. The storm is not going away any time soon, so you're stuck with me for as long as it lasts." "I can think of many fates worse than that, Angelique," I said to her and winked. She lowered her head and smiled, "I bet you say that to all the girls, Gil." "Only to the girls that are brave enough to call me foolish," I chuckled. I walked to the bar and sat down. Poseidon came around the bar and sniffed at my leg. I reached down and rubbed behind his ear, "Good boy, Poseidon," I said to him. Angelique poured two glasses of rum as she spoke to me, "Looks like Poseidon is impressed with you also. I've never seen ...