The next day, I saw Pete on the beach and we shared flashes. Pete said that my visions might have happened, it was possible, he wasn't really sure. They also agreed that they would put the Ecstasy in the night table for a while. I was a pretty powerful drug but since our sex was pretty good to begin with, how much did it enhance? We pondered that and other world-changing revelations as we passed the doob.
I saw him quite a few times after that. I wouldn't say that we were inseparable but we'd become tight, you know. One day, we took the boat out. It was a luxurious forty-seven-foot flybridge model. Very easy to maneuver even though it seemed top heavy. Boating in the Gulf of Mexico is a breeze compared to the boating off Long Island, of which I am more familiar. With a glass surface, the Gulf seemed like a walk in the park. In a short-time, I was fully comfortable at the helm. We cruised several miles off shore before he stopped and we let out fishing lines. He took me down to the cabins where, in the master suite, he ever so tenderly blew me on the queen-sized bed. Then he showed me the guest suite where I blew him, and throated a large hunk of his junk. We also caught a few catch-and-release fish. Needless to say, it was a wonderful cruise and the proper way to fish. We promised to do it again and very often, with or without the women.
For several months, we four carried on like this. Sometimes, we would act out someone's fantasy. Sometimes, we'd try to invent new positions. We were so completely uninhibited with each other that nothing was out of the question. Although, thankfully, we got no farther than some light bondage, it was exciting for all of us.
Terry went out of town for a few weeks to visit her children. I received a call from a couple that I had known some years ago and hadn't seen for, it seemed, a lifetime. I'd first met Bobby and Shel when they came down for a wedding. I was living with Leez back then and they were the first couple we'd shared together. (Author's Note: I wrote about this episode. Look up the story, "Luck Happens" on this site.) I hadn't seen them in quite a long time, ever since a crazy man with an assault rifle walked into the hospital in which Leez was working. She became a victim in an instant. But that is a very sad episode and I don't want to discuss it. Nevertheless, it had been a long time and I was very happy to hear from them. They were back for another wedding.
"So, Ray? How's your schmeckle these days? Care to get together again for a reunion of sorts?"
"Bobby, you old cocksucker, I'd love to. Where ya' staying?"
"Same place as before, that cottage on the bay. You free tonight?"
"I'm on my way."
Immediately, it was just like before. We fell into synch without a problem. As we sat on their porch, we smoked some excellent herb, drank some exceptional merlot and conversed about our adventures.
"I think I fell in love with my Magic Wand," said Shel, who looked as appealing and radiant as ever. "For a few years, I lived on that and my little vibro-egg."
