"Feel like a swim?" I asked."Absolutely," Kelli sighed. "That sun was nice, but I'm boiling!" Me too," I agreed. "Lets get a drink first."We stopped a...t the fridge downstairs and topped off our mostly melted and barely cool ice teas for a fresh cold batch that still had ice floating in it. A couple of long swallows and we were ready for the water. Everyone was aboard except for Ken who was tying up the last of the jet skis."Jump in over the side?" Kelli asked."Sounds like fun," I agreed. We. In fact, it was thinking about fucking her last night when I yelled out her name as I finally came. I know you understood last night. I need you to continue to understand, no matter how long we continue doing whatever it is we are doing. Jessica will always be my first and most complete love, and I will never let that love go. But you have also shown me that there is room in my heart to perhaps love someone else."Karen squeezed Charles' hands again, and looked into his brown eyes. "I think. .“I remember you now.” I say.“Do you?” He smiles and wraps his coat around my shoulders.“Lucian Martinez.” I take another drag from the nearly spent cigarette and stub it out on the concrete wall. “You changed your name.”“Oui. Ain’t no good being Cajun here,” he says, his soft patois giving me a shivery thrill just like it did when I was in high school.“And you lost the Creole,” I accuse.“That too,” he agrees.I sigh and lean against the wall, sliding down until my butt hits concrete. “You. I was huge for a high-school student, but just barely bigger than the average guy playing my position on the top college teams. The thing that had them all sniffing after me was the fact that even though I was as big as a fucking house, I had the jets. I could run like someone stuck a rocket up my ass. My sophomore year in college, I led the conference in sacks, forced fumbles, and swatted down balls. Half the quarterbacks in our conference were afraid of me. Usually halfway through a game the.