They arrived back at the resort about an hour later, and promptly went to bed.“Oh, God, I hate this!” complained Liz.“Oh, God, you’ve already ...said that three times!” mimicked her husband, Bob.“Want to get divorced here or in Christchurch?” she asked.Bob simply laughed at her. “You’re the one who wanted to stay up as late as possible, to stretch out our honeymoon.”“Aargh!” she groaned.The Cramers had to be at the ferry by five-thirty in the morning, which meant getting up no later than half past. My parents discouraged us kids from wandering down there. We did, just the same, and endured the discomfort for the feel of that brilliant water.At this point I didn’t realize the importance the water symbolized for the nymphs. That knowledge was yet to come but I was filling my body with it and it felt wonderful. In the future I’d be using that water source for all my drinking as it became somewhat an addiction. No other water source matched it or satisfied the same.While I was on my knees. Oh God, what should I do...?Come lunch, I seriously hoped Jack wasn’t on serving duty. Thankfully he wasn’t, he was busy cooking up the dessert when I looked into the kitchen. I left the thoughts in the back of my mind as I sat alone in the hall. It didn’t trouble me at all, right up until I noticed my napkin. On it was written in scruffy biro:“God, you’re so fit. I enjoyed this morning so much I had to jerk off before I started working. Hopefully you could come down at 10. I’m working late,. ’ He signed the paper the man held out for him and thanked him again before walking down the gangway onto the plane. It was only after settling into his first class seat that the magnitude of his impending trip hit him. Up until this point, he’d focused on seeing his sisters and parents. But now…. He stared out the airplane window to his right, willing his mind to focus on a slopped splotch of yellow paint on the tarmac. He needed to relax. He let out a small groan as he turned back to face.