"The only shit still working is the gizmos in the cavern."My heart raced as a surge of adrenaline flooded through my body. "We were fucking decimated!..." I slammed my fist on the table and jumped back as our coffee cups sloshed and danced with the sugar bowl and leaping spoons. "Oh, Shit! I'm sorry," I apologized as coffee raindrops fell over us. "Yeah, we survived. We're a hell of a lot better off than the poor bastards out there."I nodded my head in the direction of the night sky. "Therein lies. ’ By the time they left the house, Cilla was able to look at Adam without feeling giddy. His black dress pants hugged his long, hard legs, all the way down to the tops of his shining black shoes, and his broad shoulders stretched the matching suit jacket that draped them. He wore gold cuff links in the sleeves of his crisp white silk shirt, and his black hair was newly cut. ‘Do I pass?’ he asked as they drove away, his voice amused. Cilla blushed, embarrassed that he had caught her staring at. “Oh god, oh god, oh god …” were the only words I managed to squeeze through my aching diaphragm. His own breathing was as harsh as mine, but he wasn’t finished yet. Taking our joined hands, he took a finger and dragged it through our mingled juices. How often hadn’t we dreamed of this, of what we would taste like? He offered me the first taste of our ambrosia, before he dipped my finger again and sucked it himself. I I could have died and been in heaven in that moment because nothing will ever. He caught me. He looked at me, I was expecting to get hit or for him to scream, but he just said 'I know. I get it a lot.' I laughed and got dressed. He did the same. We swam for about 45 minutes until we both got sick of swimming. He looked at me and said, 'Ever showered in front of a sea monster? HAHA!' I giggled and was worried about what was to come, or should I say, cum? We dried off and walked back to the locker room. He dropped his towel on a railing, and I did the same. I left the suit.