Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2004 05:24:58 -0500
From: James X <triplex12@gmail.com>
Subject: On the Banks of the Beach: Director's Cut

Author's Note:  To celebrate the four year anniversary of the On the
Banks series (as well as my anniversary as a net writer), I have 
revived the original characters, and written this revised/Director's 
Cut version of the original chapter.  There were so many errors in that 
original chapter, be it grammar, spelling or otherwise, and so much I 
would've changed if given the chance to write it all over again.  I 
took this anniversary as that chance, and I rewrote the fic to how I 
would write it NOW, and how I should've written it THEN. 

I'm calling it Director's Cut, because that sounds cooler than "rewrite"
or "revised" edition, even though this is essentially a brand new story 
written from the original idea.  I like this version so much better, I 
cannot possibly even explain how much. I took out all the pointless 
parts that didn't need to be there, I fixed all the horrendous and 
glaring grammar and spelling mistakes, I gave it more plot, I just made 
it a drastically better fic. Those of you who have read the original 
will notice the difference from the first sentence. Those that haven't, 
I really hope you enjoy this. 

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Disclaimer:  This story if copyright Triple X, and is not to be used
under any circumstances without my permission.  If you would like such 
permission, please contact me at TripleX12@gmail.com.  This and all of 
my other work can be found on my website http://theXzone.shorturl.com 
(or http://www.angelfire.com/mi3/TripleX).  This story features sexual 
relations between consenting males.  If you don't want to, or are not 
supposed to read things of that nature, please do not proceed. 

To those still here, a thank you must go out to all of you for reading,
and for keeping me going these past four years.  I love and appreciate 
you all. 

Much love, 
TripleX 

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Young love is a funny thing. When you're young, and you fall in love,
it's the greatest thing on Earth. You're so sure that it's going to 
last forever, that you never hesitate to give all of yourself to that 
person. It's so easy to get lost in them without even realizing it's 
happening. But why would you notice? I mean, you're head over heels, 
and in that position you don't see much but ankle. That's why it's so 
easy for heartbreak to blindside you, to dropkick you out of your happy 
little world and leave your head spinning without so much as a pill to 
help the dizziness. That's why young love really isn't the greatest 
thing on Earth; that's why young heartbreak hurts the most, because you 
never see it coming. 

Well, I didn't anyway. Maybe others do, I don't know. All I know is that
I never saw it coming, if I had I would've braced myself for it. 
Instead, it took me by surprise, just jumped right out of the shadows 
and sunk its hooks into me. And now it refuses to let go, I feel like a 
goddamn fish. I swim and swim to try to get away, but the hooks are 
still there, I can still feel the pain all the same no matter what I 
do. My only hope is that I can get far enough away that the line snaps, 
though I'm not sure that'll work with heartbreak's line, it's probably 
made of diamond or something. I've still got to try, though, what else 
can I do? If I give up, it's the frying pan for me, and I have no 
desires to be cooked. I burn with the slightest bit of sun, so in a 
frying pan I'd probably turn out cajun style, and just ew on that whole 
idea. 

It's not as easy to keep swimming away as one might think, though. I
live in a small town in Vermont, you can only go so far before you're 
swimming in circles. So to really get away, you've got to find that 
little trench that will take you out to sea; or in my case, a highway 
that would lead me 300 miles north to a campground where I hoped my 
problems wouldn't follow. I wasn't really sure it would work, the hooks 
were in pretty damn deep, but it certainly didn't hurt to try. It was 
just a matter of getting there to see, and that was the hard part. Or 
at least in theory it was, for me, the 17-year-old only child of an 
overprotective single mother. 

In reality, though, it wasn't at all difficult. I asked, did my best
pouty "But you never let me do ANYTHING" routine, and it was done. I 
couldn't believe it had finally happened at all, and especially not so 
easily. In truth, she really never let me to do anything, but sure 
enough it was real; MY mother had agreed to let me, my cousin Sara, and 
her boyfriend Kasey take our truck and go camping. Alone, without her. 
That was a phenomenal show of trust for the woman who shelled out my 
11PM curfew and shoved me into an All Boys School, but I'm definitely 
not complaining. 

Camping wasn't exciting as it was, but with my mom over my shoulder
every second of every day, it only got worse. Her being there would 
pretty much ruin the whole "swim away from heartbreak" thing that 
necessitated the entire trip to begin with, she'd steal it all with 
campfire songs and roasting hot dogs. I had to be there ALONE to 
accomplish what I needed, or there was no sense in going at all. 
Amazingly she said yes, so it was looking more and more like I might 
finally snap heartbreak's line and swim back off into the ocean. So to 
speak. 

We decided to leave early Friday morning, so we'd have time to get there
and set up our tents before dark. We'd still be cutting it close, 
depending on traffic and stops and what not, but we weren't stressing. 
If worse came to worse, we could just sleep in the truck. That would 
suck after driving the 300 miles to the campground, but it would work 
if need be. We weren't thinking it would be though; on a glorious July 
day, with the CD collections of three teenagers to keep us company, we 
were banking that the time would fly by. 

We were right, the time did fly by. Maybe we drive too fast, but by 5:00
that afternoon we were pulling into the campground. We drove straight 
through from my house, only stopping once so I could piss off the side 
of the road, so by the time we got there our legs were in severe need 
of stretching. So we parked the truck at our usual spot, and Sara and 
Kasey started to walk down to the lake. I stopped and gave myself a 
quick glance in the truck mirror (I'm kinda vain, I ain't gonna lie to 
ya), then dug in the back for my bag. My gel had long since ceased 
holding my spiky brown hair, so I was in major need of a hat. Not that 
I had anyone to look good for here, it was just a rule I had of never 
letting my hair look like shit in public. That hat took care of that 
for me in an instant, then I ran to catch up with Sara and Kasey. 

"This place never changes, does it?" Sara asked me as I caught up with
them. 

"Nope, doesn't seem to," I replied, glancing around at our surroundings.


We'd been coming to this place since we were babies, and nothing ever
seemed to change. That was good though, comforting, and also why I 
picked this place to try and get away from my troubles. 

"Good," Kasey piped in. "This place is classic, this is primitive
camping, the way it was meant to be." 

"I don't care what it is, it's the most relaxing place on Earth," I said
with a faint sigh. 

Sara smiled sadly, patting me on the shoulder. "And heaven knows you
need it." 

I cracked a half smile in return, then took a seat at the bank
overlooking the lake. Whenever I was here, I spent the majority of my 
time at this bank, with my feet hanging over the edge, just like I 
always had. The lake was always so beautiful, the sun always hit it 
just the right way, to make it a breathtaking mix of aqua and orange. I 
could get lost so easily sitting out here, it's just that sort of place 
where you go and instantly drift away. But I'm not complaining, that 
was kind of the point of this weekend after all. And odds are I'd need 
it double time here and there, being here with the happy couple. 

It probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world, coming here to get
away from my heartbreak with a couple whose biggest problem ever had 
been what colors to wear to prom. But there was no one else to choose, 
really. It was a stretch asking my mom if I could come here even with 
them, there's no way she ever would've agreed to let me go alone. And 
even if she had, I probably wouldn't have wanted to anyway. Sara was my 
best friend my entire life, the person I turned to when things got 
rough. She was, and always had been my confidant, my shoulder to cry 
on. When this entire mess went down, she was the one I ran to, because 
I knew she'd listen and try to help me through it; also because she was 
one of three whole people alive who knew I was gay. Kasey was another, 
and the other was the whole reason I took this trip at all. 

His name was Will. To summarize it quickly, Will was this incredibly hot
guy on my baseball team. He was gay also, and one day he'd come out to 
me. I was so excited to have finally met another gay person not on the 
internet, that I went and blurted out that I was gay too. And from that 
moment on, he had made it known in no uncertain terms that he was 
interested in me. So we started "going steady", which in a closeted gay 
relationship is a friendship with sex behind closed doors. But that's 
not a bad thing, in fact in this case it as a damn good thing. Until 
one night we forgot to lock the door. 

I was staying at his house that night, just like I'd done for most of
our "relationship." And again just like most of our relationship, we 
started to fool around. Unfortunately this time his mom walked in on 
us. Needless to say, she freaked, pulled him out of our school, and 
told him he was never allowed to speak to me again. I was heartbroken, 
to say the least. The first guy to show interest in me, and I lost him 
because his mother was a homophobe. I was and still am, I guess, really 
depressed about it. Thankfully though I had Sara and Kasey to help me 
through it, or I may be much worse off. 

Sara had been the one to suggest here as the place for me to get away
from the pain. I didn't have to think very long to know she was right, 
it was exactly the place I needed. A nice relaxing setting to go to for 
few days away, to help me get my mind straight. Well, not straight 
straight, but you know what I'm talking about. 

I really did feel like this place was the most relaxing spot on Earth.
And even if all I did for this entire weekend was sit here at this bank 
and stare out at the lake, I'd be fine with that. Because even if it's 
still on my mind, the heartbreak doesn't hurt so bad here. It may not 
leave completely like I was hoping, not if I can't stop thinking about 
it, but I think that hook might be working itself loose. Maybe if I 
stayed here at this bank a while longer, it'd really fall out... 

"Well, I think we should go set the tents up," He said, breaking the
silence as he stood. 

"Yeah, you're right," Sara agreed, extending her hands up to Kasey. 

He pulled her to her feet, placing a quick peck to her lips, then looked
down at me where I still sat on the bank. "You coming Cam?" 

"Nah," I replied, shaking my head. "I think I'll stay here for a little
while," 

"Alright," Sara nodded with a smile, slipping her hand into Kasey's. 

I flashed a soft smile in return, then watched the two of them as they
walked back towards our camp. As much as I was jealous of their 
happiness, I couldn't begrudge it from either of them. They were two of 
the most important people in my life, I wanted nothing more than for 
them to be happy. Their happiness just happened to come from each 
other, in a disgustingly sappy and sometimes annoying way. I'm not 
bitter though, it's good to have them around as a reminder that 
relationships can be good with the right person. It's just not as easy 
to find that person when you're a closeted gay teenager. 

There were times, A LOT of times, when I wished Kasey was gay. Wishful
thinking, I know, but that hope had been there since he'd moved to our 
town a few years ago. If he wanted me and not Sara, I could say he'd 
stepped out of my fantasies completely formed. Blonde hair and green 
eyes, 6'3" a svelt 200lbs of solid muscle, an All-State swim star with 
a body to kill for and a personality to match. Sara was one lucky 
bitch, he was essentially the perfect guy. I can't even put into words 
what I'd do for a guy like him, but let's just say it involves my soul 
and a street corner in Hell. Not that it mattered though, guys like 
that were one in a million, and I think Kasey was the only one of his 
kind in all of the US. And unfortunately for me, he was as straight as 
one could be. So I settled on friendship, because that was better than 
nothing. And if I couldn't have him, there wasn't anyone I'd want to 
have him more than Sara. At least I still got to hear what he was like 
in bed that way. 

Once the two of them were gone from my sight, I turned my gaze back to
the lake. The sun was setting off in the distance now, turning the 
water to an almost purple hue as it hit the teal water. But as 
beautiful as that was, there was a far more gorgeous sight strolling up 
the beach with a towel in his hand that caught my eye. Maybe it's 
shallow of me, but I'd much rather look at a hot guy than a sunset any 
day. And from what I could see of this guy, he was obviously the more 
pleasant sight. 

I turned toward him, crouching down a bit to not be too obvious in my
voyeurism. This guy was gorgeous, that became more apparent with my 
better view; he had to be at least 6'4", dark blonde hair, and his 
body...'wow' was the only word I could think to describe that. This guy 
was built. His arms, his chest, his abs, this guy was instant hardon 
material. If I were sitting in a less open area, I would've pulled out 
my cock and jerked off right there. But I'm not that much of an 
exibitionist, and there's no way not to be seen here on this bank (at 
least not before dark.) So instead I decided to keep watching him, 
implant his image in my mind, and jerk off later on that night. Yeah, 
that is kind of perverted of me But it's a damn good way to get my mind 
even further off of Will and heartbreak. 

I continued to watch him as he dove into the water, swimming out aways
before coming back up. That only made the hardon I had worse, seeing 
him dripping wet and gleaming in what little sunlight was left. There 
was something undeniably sexy about a guy all wet like that, that was a 
major factor why I always went to Kasey's swim meets. This guy alone 
wasn't quite the same as a watching a whole team of guys swimming 
around, but it was probably the best viewing I'd get all weekend. So I 
laid down on the bank, resting my head on my arms, and settled in to 
keep watching. 

Unluckily though, my viewing didn't get much further. Not because he
quit swimming, but because that bank was a little too comfortable, and 
I fell asleep. When I awoke it was well after nightfall, and the lake 
was empty and as silent as the night. He hadn't gone, though. Instead 
now he bent down beside me, with a towel hung over his shoulders and an 
eyebrow arched in confusion. I smiled nervously as my eyes gained focus 
on his, and quickly pushed myself to sit up. 

"You alright?" He asked softly. 

"Yeah," I laughed softly, trying to disquise my embarrassment. "I guess
I fell asleep," 

"It's easy to do that here," He said with a smile, sitting down beside
me. 

My own eyebrow shot up in confusion at his actions, and I was quickly
glad for the darkness surrounding us (because I look stupid as hell 
like that). Fortunately it was a shortlived look this time, as I 
managed a smile in return and returned both eyebrows to a level state. 

"Do you sleep here often?" I asked in response, turning my head and
wincing at the stupidity of the question. 

"I guess," He replied with a shrug. "I live in the cabin down that way,"
He said, pointing towards the nearby trail. "So I come down here when I 
want to be alone," 

"It's a good place for that," 

We sat in silence for awhile after that, just staring out over the lake.
I was still a bit confused as to why he was still sitting here now the 
he knew I was alive, but I wasn't awake enough to try and figure out 
why. Most of my mind's energy right now went into saying "Keep your 
eyes forward, DO NOT check him out." That wasn't an easy order to 
adhere to, though. It's a hot guy sitting shirtless next to me in just 
a pair of swim trunks, my hormones demanded to know if he was wearing 
anything underneath them. So far I'd managed to overrule them, but that 
couldn't last forever. It was probably in my best interests to get back 
to Sara and Kasey, and pronto, before I really embarrassed myself. 

"So are you camping here?" He asked, halting me as I made to move. 

"Yeah, with my cousin and her boyfriend," I returned with a nod. "We
come up here every year," 

"Ah, I thought I'd seen you before," He said with a smile. "I'm Jon, by
the way," He extended his hand. 

"Cameron," I replied as I hesitantly shook his hand. 

He smiled warmly, hesitating for a moment before releasing my hand. I
smiled in return, tilting my head a bit in confusion. I couldn't figure 
out this guy, he was being incredibly nice to me for no real reason. 
I've seen horror movies that start like this; really hot guy talks to a 
girl on the beach at night, then chops her up with a chainsaw and uses 
her for fishbait. I really don't want to be fishbait, it's bad enough 
I've been the fish. But I couldn't just blow him off, if only because 
that could send him into a psycho mode if he indeed was one. I'd just 
say I needed to go set my tent up, that's not grounds for murder. Or at 
least I hope... 

"I..." I started. 

"You know, I hate to be forward here," He interrupted, leaning back
slightly. "But are you gay?" 

WHAT THE FUCK? I've known this guy a total of 10 minutes and already he
saw right through me? I know I couldn't have possibly been that 
obvious, I prided myself on being straight acting, and I KNOW I didn't 
check him out. Did I? Maybe I did subconsciously and just didn't 
notice? That could happen, I guess. Or maybe he saw he watching him 
swim earlier? Oh man, that has to be it. I thought I was hidden good 
enough to stare and not get caught, but apparently not. Fuck, this 
really sucks. Quick, defense mode, you'll have to talk your way out of 
this one and fast. 

"What?" 

Wow, that went well. Fucking defense mode, you suck. The first thing
they teach you in Closet School is to always have an answer when asked 
that question, and I blew it. Pretty much I'd just outed myself to a 
perfect stranger, that's just wonderful. Now I'd probably have to avoid 
this bank when I came here, saying as he lived right next door and 
apparently spent a lot of time here. Where the hell were my usually 
great defenses? 

I don't know, maybe I'm just sick of lying. 

"I mean, it'd be cool if you were," He said quickly, snapping me from my
thoughts. "In fact, I'd kinda like it if you were." 

I just sat and stared into his eyes, which in the increasing moonlight I
realized were a beautiful shade of blue. Was he coming onto me? An 
incredibly cute stranger coming on to me? It would certainly make his 
behavior tonight make sense. But come on, how often does that actually 
happen? I already got lucky when I met Will, I couldn't possibly find 
another really hot guy who wanted me that easily, especially not on a 
camping trip. A part of me couldn't help but hope, though. 

"So are you?" He asked in an unsure tone, tilting his head slightly. 

I paused momentarily, chewing at my bottom lip and trying to formulate a
good reply. Unfortunately nothing came to me, so I went with the only 
thing present in my mind. 

"Are you?" I asked hesitantly, fighting back the nervousness from my
voice. 

"You tell me." 

And with that, I found his lips on mine. My first reaction was something
between a gasp in surprise and a moan from how good it felt to be 
kissed again. This wasn't just a quick kiss, this was a REAL kiss, the 
kind I'd only ever gotten from Will before. His lips touched softly 
against mine, our tongues writhed silkily together, more passion exuded 
with every touch. His arms soon wrapped around me, and I shivered 
against him, slipping my own arms around his neck. He smiled into the 
kiss with that, then took his lips from mine. I was afraid for a brief 
moment that it was over, that I was going to wake up any second alone 
on the bank, with my dick stuck to my shorts from having a wet dream. 
But then I felt his arms tighten around me, and gently he laid me back 
on the bank. 

Almost immediately his lips found my neck, sucking, nibbling at it here
and there as his hands slipped beneath my shirt. I lifted my arms to 
aid in its removal, whimpering softly from the sensations coursing 
through my body (my neck was a major turn-on spot for me.) But as good 
as that was, it nothing compared to the feelings created as his lips 
traveled lower, onto my chest. He began to massage my nipples with his 
tongue, slowly, teasingly, and I couldn't fight back a deep moan. He 
continued that as his free hand then found my dick, which was beginning 
to ache it was so hard. His hand squeezed it gently through the fabric 
of my shorts, my hips arching instinctively into his touch. I wanted 
badly for him to go lower, but I didn't have the words to say so, I was 
still too shocked by the entire thing. It was a good shock, though, one 
that was getting better with each passing second. 

His lips moved eventually from my chest, working lower down along my
stomach as his hands eased my shorts and boxers down. I lifted my hips 
slightly to help him ease them down, then again as his hand wrapped 
around me. I moaned deeply, my hips flexing up to meet his hand as he 
slowly began to stroke me. That (fortunately) lasted only briefly, as 
he dipped his head and began to lick along my shaft. I bit my lip to 
stifle a cry, clenching my hands into fists and whimpering his name. He 
was incredible, better than I'd ever experienced before (as much as I 
loved sex with Will, Jon was already better.) He took me quickly in his 
mouth, then began to bob up and down on my dick, pausing on the way 
back up each time to suck the head. I thrust up to meet him with each 
movement, moaning softly as his hands traced teasingly up my sides. His 
fingers clamped gently over my nipples, tugging at them gently, drawing 
another deep moan from me. I knew there was no way I could last much 
longer, it was too damn good, but the thought of stopping was the 
farthest thing from my mind. This was far too incredible to stop now. 

I reached down and brushed a hand through his hair, guiding him
forcelessly in his actions. That must've served as some sort of 
encouragement for him, as he pulled a hand away from my chest and 
brought it to my balls. After giving them a quick squeeze, he slipped 
his hand lower, trailing a finger teasingly along the crack. I 
whimpered a response to that, nothing understandable to even myself, 
but nonetheless he began to ease a finger into me. I moaned loudly from 
that, thrusting my hips up hard and clenching around his digit; that 
feeling was beyond description. Will and I had went no further than 
blow jobs, but I was suddenly wishing we had. The feelings Jon coaxed 
from me he with his finger were incredible. He probed around for a few 
seconds before hitting my prostate and sending shocks straight through 
me. He began to massage it lightly, drawning a moan from me each time, 
all while still sucking on my shaft. In no time after that, my grip in 
his hair tightened and I was moaning loudly as I came in his mouth. 

I shivered and whimpered as he licked me clean, keeping my hand clenched
in his hair. Once he was finished, he pressed a soft kiss to the head 
of my dick, then brought himself up level with me. My hand in his hair 
slipped lower to his neck, and I used that to bring him down to me and 
kissed him softly on the lips. 

"My turn," I whispered, letting my lips linger on his. 

He nodded slightly, rolling slowly onto his back, pulling me to follow.
"Be my guest." 

I grinned up at him, then slid my hand slowly down his chest, pausing to
reflect on how hard his abs felt. I was a sucker for a guy with good 
abs, and Jon's were pretty damn impressive. But they weren't what I 
wanted, I'd seen enough of the upper body when he'd been swimming 
earlier, it was time for the lower. 

I slipped my hand slowly into his shorts, earning a shiver from him,
then a whimper as I bypassed his dick for his balls. I took them in my 
hand and squeezed them a bit, feeling him tense as I did so. As much as 
I may have liked to tease Will in the past, I couldn't contain myself 
this time, there was too much lust and too many hormones swirling 
around inside me. So I shifted my body to kneel between his legs and 
gently pulled his shorts down, exposing slowly the abdomen I had been 
dying to see. My jaw nearly dropped with my first glance of his dick, 
and I suddenly felt much smaller than I had earlier that day. That was 
a fleeting though in my mind, though, as I gripped his cock in my hand. 


I stroked up slowly, coaxing a soft moan from him, and a drop of precum
from the head. I moved my head down and licked the drop away, causing 
his moan to gain in volume. I grinned with satisfaction inside, simply 
continuing to lick around his length on the outside, savoring every 
taste I got. He thrust hips hips up with every touch, moaning my name 
softly. I took that as an encouraging hint, and took him into my mouth. 
I felt him tense, and his cock pulsed against my tongue. I reached up 
to stroked his chest with my free hand, beginning slowly to bob my 
head. He moaned as steadily as my movements, threading a hand through 
my hair. I let him guide me like that, sucking for all I was worth, 
running my tongue along the underside as I did so. I began to squeeze 
his balls lightly as I moved, getting an almost growl out of him with 
every squeeze. I could feel his balls tensing in my hands, and from 
experience I knew he was nearing orgasm. I couldn't wait to see (or 
taste for that matter) what kind of load Jon's cock would deliever. 

I increased my suction around him, bobbing my head faster as well,
moaning softly as I did. He then moaned deeply, and I felt his balls 
tense in my hand as he shot his load in my mouth. The force of it was 
nearly overwhelming, but the sweet taste ensured I stayed on his cock 
and took it all. Once I felt the last shot hit my tongue, I pulled back 
slowly and began to lick up what I hadn't swallowed. He groaned low in 
his throat, writhing beneath my ministrations, and tugged gently at my 
hair to pull me up to him. I followed with no resistance, kissing him 
deeply for just a moment before laying against his chest. 

"Fuck, that was amazing," He breathed, stroking a hand through my hair. 

"I know," I nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "I don't know
what it was, but I've never felt like that before." 

He laughed softly, slipping his arms around me and hugging gently. "I
know what you mean. I haven't had head that good in like...ever," 

I laughed softly, cuddling against his chest and breathing a deep sigh.
His arms tightened around me, and he pressed a soft kiss atop my head. 
I couldn't help but smile with that, and it was then that it really 
occurred to me what had just happened. I'd just hooked up with a total 
stranger on a public beach, where anyone could've, and maybe did see. 
And not only that, but I was now laying naked cuddled against him. 
Every logical part of my mind told me to get the hell up, and get back 
to Sara and Kasey, like I'd been meaning to since he'd first woke me 
up. But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to move. I wanted 
nothing more than to just stay right where I was, laying against the 
chest of a man who I knew nothing more about than his name and that he 
had a big cock. I couldn't explain that feeling, much like I couldn't 
explain how any of this had happened at all. But I wasn't really sure I 
cared right now, because I felt...good. I felt happy. And believe me, 
that's a big deal with the way I've felt lately. There's still one 
thing bugging me, though. 

"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly, lifting my head to look at
him. 

"Anything," He replied with a smile. 

"How did you know I was gay?" 

He laughed softly, shrugging a shoulder. "I'm not really sure. There was
just this little connection I felt. Maybe it was gaydar." 

I laughed, shrugging as he had, before laying my head back on his chest.
He kissed me atop the head again, and I sighed softly with contentment. 
'A connection,' I thought to myself. 'I guess that's what this is.' I 
didn't have any other words to describe it, and really I didn't care to 
try. I'd come here to get away from heartbreak, to just relax and clear 
my mind, and somehow wound up sucking off some guy I've never met. I 
wasn't the type to do that, I'd only ever been with Will before this, 
so there had to be something there that made me do it. Something more 
than hormones, anyway. I didn't know what it was, but I was damn 
thankful it had been there. 

This wasn't even a possibility in my mind of how I could get away from
the heartbreak when I came here, but you know I think I did. I feel 
really, truly happy, for the first time since the stuff with Will first 
happened. I didn't know why, I couldn't explain my feelings, but I 
didn't care about either. I was just going to enjoy this while I could. 


I was no longer on heartbreak's line, the pain was gone, and the hook
was left somewhere on the banks of the beach. And for now at least, I 
had no worries about it catching me again. 

END