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The girl walked slowly up and down the moonlit beach, pausing occasionally to search out a shell and hurl it into the lake. "It's two a.m." The voice should have startled her, but she only nodded in acknowledgement as he came up behind her. "Come back to the dorm, Sarabeth. It's not safe out here at night." "Why are you here?" she asked him, keeping her eyes on the choppy lake, the waters churning fiercely under the attack of the wind. She started to walk up off the beach onto the long stretch of concrete and broken rocks reaching towards the Chicago skyline. He followed her. "I was worried about you." "Right." she said bitterly. "You know damn well that I come down here all the time. The real reason." He paused, as if momentarily abashed, then grinned engagingly at her. He had a charming Irish smile, guaranteed to break your heart. "I missed you. I wanted you." She turned away from his grin and kept walking. "That's what I thought." she said dully. "Go home, Tom. Go back to the dorm, go back to your bed, go back to her sleeping there and waiting for you. I bet she doesn't even know you're gone. It's over for us. Your choice, remember?" "She went back to her room" he said. "She has to get up early for a test tomorrow." "Oh, and that means we can have a quick fling between the sheets that you just fucked her in? No thanks. Just go home and leave me alone, okay?" She started walking faster as she clambered up over the rocks, awkward in her thin shoes and long skirt. She hadn't dressed appropriately before heading out here an hour ago. She'd been too upset to think. He climbed beside her, occasionally offering a hand to help her over a tricky part. She ignored him completely, climbing steadily until she reached the high point of the rocks, where she could stand looking out over the lake, unable to see the other side. She could pretend for a moment that she was looking out to sea, watching for the boat to come and carry her away to where her true love was waiting for her. Then he reached for her hand and shattered the illusion. "Dammit, let go of me!" she said, snatching her hand away. "Hey, it's starting to rain. At least take my jacket." He started to take it off, but she shook her head fiercely, and he paused. "I don't want your jacket; I don't want your sympathy; I don't want to fuck you, and I don't want you!" she shouted at him, as the winds threatened to snatch away her words completely, and the light drizzle of spring rain started to soak through her shirt. A flash of something like pain crossed his face, and then was gone. He stared at her in silence for long seconds as she stood there shivering in the wind. Then he started to speak. "Do you remember when we first came out here at night? When we stood out here on the rocks after midnight and kissed until it got too cold in early December? Do you remember the time I stood here and shouted to the sky and the city that I loved you, Sarabeth?" His voice was ragged as he spoke, and he grew louder and louder as he talked over the growing storm. "Do you remember walking out onto the ice with your hand in mine and you telling me you couldn't swim very well and then you suddenly let go and starting swooping around like a bird in flight? And then the cops started shouting at us, telling us to 'get off the lake!' Oh, don't you remember?" He stepped towards her again, and this time she stood still and frail. In the moonlight she seemed a white ghost that might disappear if touched. She stared at the crooked face, with long straggly hair plastered down by the rain, at lines of water falling in steady streams. She couldn't tell if they were tears. She couldn't bring herself to reach out to taste them and find out. And suddenly he had his arms around the solidness of her and she was pressed close and she was still not responding. A rag doll in his arms. Not stiff, but not really there. "Sarabeth....love...." he whispered, so she could only know what he was saying by watching his lips, "just talk to me..." She stood silent still, her face a stone, her eyes closed against his pleading. He lifted her up then, easily in arms strong from hours of heavy lifting at work. He lifted her up and took two steps towards the edge of the rocks and held her out over the water and he was suddenly shouting "Talk to me!" He held her under her arms and shook her until she started screaming. Major Melons has Tons of Milk Nipples Pictures
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