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Sunday - Isolation and Alliance
-------------------------------
I awoke at my usual time, a little before dawn, but not in
my usual situation. A fierce wind was shaking the cottage
and driving sheets of rain against the windows. Some tree
limbs had broken off and were lying in the yard. Large waves
were crashing against the shore and rising into the air. It
was a first class storm.

The boat! We should have pulled in the boat Saturday night!
Instead, the wind and the waves were tossing it around and
crashing it into the dock! Then, the bow line snapped! With
only the stern line holding the boat to the dock, it snapped
around more furiously then ever!

If anyone could save the boat, it was me. With no further
thought, I rushed outside and ran to the dock. Nadia saw me
leave and started screaming for me to stop, but I was intent
on saving Dan's boat. The dock was so wet and the wind was
so strong that I could barely stand, but I hooked my toes on
the edge and waited for the boat to swing in range. I didn't
have long to wait and when my chance came, I took it. I
leapt through the storm and into the boat!

My landing was no thing of beauty but I was in the boat!
Furiously I searched for another line and found one! My plan
was to toss the line over one of the dock posts, pull in,
and then secure the boat. Nadia was still screaming her head
off, telling me to get out of there, but it was too late! I
was committed!

If standing on the dock was difficult, standing ion the boat
was nearly impossible. Nevertheless, I tried again and again
to catch a dock post, failing every time.

Nadia's screaming aroused Vivian, who quickly assessed the
situation and ran into the garage. A few seconds later, she
was running toward the dock with more ropes and two life
vests.

Vivian quickly donned one vest, then tied one line to the
dock. I thought she was going to toss me the other end, but
no! Instead, she tied it to her vest! Instantly I saw the
logic of this; she wouldn't be swept into open water. But
what about me? For the first time, I realized the
predicament I was in. If I couldn't secure the boat, I had
no way back to land!

Vivian tied the second line to the dock and to second vest,
then tossed me the vest. But the boat lunged and I missed!
Vivian pulled in the line for a second attempt, but then the
stern line snapped and the boat was completely free! And
moving rapidly toward open water!

Vivian tried again to toss me the vest, but again it was
beyond my reach. The boat was already past the end of the
dock! Call it instinct, call it snap judgment, call it
whatever you will, but I decided my only option was to
regain the dock. So I jumped!

I was twenty feet from the dock, swimming as powerfully as
my trained body could sustain, but I was making no headway!
I was twenty-five feet from the dock, then thirty!

Vivian crawled to the end of the dock and tried once again
to throw me the vest. But the wind was blowing the rope, the
waves were jostling me about, and I was getting further and
further from the dock!

Suddenly, Vivian was running toward the cottage! At first I
thought she was abandoning me, but then she stopped, untied
her line, and refastened it to a post on the end of the
dock. By now, there was no hope of throwing me the vest. I
was too far out.

Then Vivian jumped in the water!

"No!" I shouted. "Save yourself!"

"Keep swimming toward me!" she ordered. Then, when her line
grew taut, she tried throwing me the second vest. It landed
less than five feet from my hand, but there was no way I
could reach it. Vivian tried again, but the gap was even
wider!

Then Vivian was swimming toward me again! Stupidly, he had
discarded her lifeline! But with both of us swimming toward
each other, and no small amount of luck, we eventually found
the range. I had the vest! I felt the flush of victory as I
put it on and clipped the fasteners.

Then I looked around. The rain was coming down in such
sheets that I could barely see the cottage. But it had to be
at least a thousand feet away!

Then something was pulling at my vest! It was Vivian, using
my line to pull us together! I started pulling too, and
within moments we touched.

I couldn't help but hug her! Yes, it was Vivian Vivichelli,
but she had just saved my life! She hugged me back, too, but
only for a moment. Waves were everywhere, bobbing us up and
down and occasionally submerging us.

"That was a stupid move, Yonson," she shouted at me.

"Yeah, I found that out."

"You don't risk human life to save a boat, Yonson. It's the
other way around!"

"I wasn't thinking. So now what? I don't think we can swim
back."

"We stay together. We save our energy. We stay awake. We
look for a way out."

"You really think so?

"What?"

"You think there's a way out?"

"You gotta think that, Yonson, or you just give up and die.
People have survived a couple of days in the ocean."

"What, did you take lifesaving class or something?"

"Something like that."

For along time we held onto each other, just staying above
water and letting the winds and the current have their way.
Occasionally we saw floating debris, but nothing we could
hang onto. Then, after a few hours, the wind subsided and
the rain slowed to a drizzle. But whenever we looked around,
we were nowhere near shore.

Fortunately, the water was cooler than the day before. It
caused my erection to shrivel, at least for periods of time.
This solved one small problem among many; at least I could
take a piss now and then.

We drifted for hours more, than spotted a buoy generally
ahead of us. Risking our remaining energy, we swam toward
the buoy and managed to capture it. Fortunately, there were
handholds we could grasp and catch our breath. And even more
fortunately, the buoy seemed to be marking a shoreline.

"How far do you think that is?" Vivian asked.

"The shore? About a quarter mile, I guess. Four or five
hundreds yards."

"The wind's blowing in."

"There's probably an undertow. The waves come in high, the
water goes back out low."

"You got a better plan?"

"Let's get rested, OK?"

"OK. In the meantime, watch for boats."

Of course, there were no boats. No one wanted to risk going
on the water with the skies still dark. So after waiting
fifteen or twenty minutes, we headed carefully toward the
shore.

I'm not going to tell you it was easy or a sure thing,
because it wasn't. We were fortunate not to encounter an
undertow. At one point I got a cramp, and at another Vivian
lost her sense of direction. But eventually, I stuck down my
toe and felt the bottom. Five minutes later, we dragged
ourselves onto a rocky shore. Crossing the rocks hurt our
feet, but soon we were laying in a small opening under the
shelter of trees.

"You OK?" I asked Vivian.

"Yeah. You?"

"Same here. Thanks, huh?"

"No Problem. Thanks, too. I just got one question, Yonson."

"What's that?"

"Does that thing ever go down?"

                          * * * * *
                              
We rested for about an hour, then explored our surroundings.
We were in a cove about half a mile wide, blocked at both
ends by sharp outcroppings and pounding waves. The shore was
lined with dense vegetation, beyond which rocky cliffs were
visible. Walking out by land without shoes seemed
impossible, and we weren't about to reenter the water.

We walked up and down the shoreline as far as we could, and
spotted no sign of civilization. Our PDA's showed No Signal,
perhaps because they were out of range or perhaps because
they were ruined in the water. No one would be homing on our
signal.

With nothing else to do, we continued exploring the
shoreline. Eventually, I spotted a reflective marker hidden
in the undergrowth: a marker that led to an overgrown path.

The path extended back a few hundred feet from the
shoreline, terminating at a ranger shack. The place had very
few supplies and looked abandoned. We discovered a tarp,
some matches, and some emergency rations, but no
communications or electricity.

The tarp was useless as clothing but it was a much better
place to sit than the bare ground. So, we picked a lookout
point, spread out the tarp, and weighted the edges with
rocks. Then, we ate some rations and started a signal fire
out on the rocks. A forest fire was the last thing we
needed. Unfortunately, the wind was still blowing inward and
most of the smoke got caught in the trees. There wasn't much
to do except sit, watch, and wait.

"I guess we're in that national forest, or wildlife
preserve, or whatever it is," I remarked.

"Maybe they'll come and arrest us for starting that fire,
eh?"

"Wouldn't be a bad thing."

"This place is off limits to everyone, eh?"

"Yeah. Probably won't be much traffic cruising by."

"There's probably an exception for rescue boats."

"If anybody's looking."

"Nadia saw what happened. The others will know we're
missing. They'll call the police, or the rangers, or
somebody. You look tired, Yonson. If you wanna rest, it's
OK. I'll keep watch. Just don't roll over, ya know? You
might hurt yourself."

I slept.

                          * * * * *
                              
In the morning I got up as usual, went to the bathroom,
straightened my pajamas, and headed downstairs for
breakfast. My mom was wearing house clothes and cooking
pancakes.

"Good morning, Mom," I announced, taking my usual place at
the table.

"Good morning, Adam," said Mom, pouring me a glass of orange
juice. "Did you sleep well?"

"Uh huh."

"All ready for school? Got your homework in your backpack?"

"Yup."

My dad came in just then, wearing his pilot's uniform. I was
always proud to see him like that: white shirt, company tie,
pants with a stripe, suit coat with important-looking pins
and badges on it. His brimmed hat was under his arm.

"Do you want some bacon, Walt, or just pancakes?" Mom
greeted him.

"Oh, bacon would be great, Cynthia," he replied. Then, he
reached over and tousled my hair.

"How's it going, Champ?" That's what he usually called me:
Champ. I always liked that.

"It's goin' good Dad. Everybody likes my new bike. I'm real
fast on it."

"Well, be careful when you ride and keep it locked up, OK?
Your mom and I want you safe, and you wouldn't want your
bike stolen."

"I know, Dad."

Mom had finished my pancakes by then, and watched to make
sure I didn't use too much maple syrup. Pancakes were my
favorite breakfast, except that I was starting to like
omelets too. Dad was reading the newspaper.

"Were the twins awake?" Mom asked me.

"I didn't see `em," I replied.

"Well, I'd better check," she said and then, after flipping
Dad's bacon, she went upstairs. I looked again at all the
pins and badges on my Dad's uniform.

"Still want to be a pilot, Adam?" he asked. I nodded.

"Well, people think it's glamorous, but it's a lot of time
away from home. Your mother is a wonderful person to put up
with it. I want you to help her out as much as you can, OK?"

"Yes, Dad," I replied, feeling very important.

"Could you bring me that bacon before it burns?"

"Oh, sure," I said. Mom had a paper towel and a plate ready
to go, so I just used Mom's spatula to pick up the bacon and
drop it on the plate. Bringing it to my dad, I felt like the
head waiter at a fancy restaurant. Except that a head waiter
wouldn't have hugged my dad like I did.

Mom was back a minute later, and gave me a hug for helping
with the bacon. Then she straightened her apron and started
frying my dad's pancakes. Dad kept reading the paper, and I
want back to eating my pancakes. Mom was humming a song
she'd heard on the radio. When the pancakes were gone, I
rinsed my plate in the sink and gave my mom a hug. She was
busy with Dad's pancakes but gave me a pat on the back.

"You better go and get dressed, honey," she told me. "Oh,
and Adam, you should fix those pajamas."

At first I didn't know what she was talking about, then I
looked down and saw myself hanging out. I was so ashamed!
Instinctively, I covered myself with my hands.

"Now, Adam, that's not the right thing to do either. People
will think you're playing with yourself. Just fix your
pajamas and run upstairs."

"They'll think I'm what?"

"Uh, touching yourself when you shouldn't. Now run along and
get dressed."

I still didn't know what my mom was talking about. I stood
there frozen, hoping she would explain it.

"Adam?" she probed.

"Adam Jonson! Are you awake?"

I stared at her.

"Yonson, you awake?"

"What?" And at that, I opened my eyes to the sight of a nose
ring. "What's that?"

"Yonson, are you awake?" Vivian asked again. I looked around
and her tit nearly poked me in the eye.

"You wanna have fun with yourself, don't mess up the tarp,"
Vivian urged. That's when I realized I was still covering
myself. Instantly, I let go and dropped my arms.

                          * * * * *
                              
"Any signs of rescue?" I asked Vivian.

"Nope. I've been feedin' the fire and watchin' the lake, but
I haven't seen a soul. I guess people are still scared to
come out."

"No helicopters either, I presume."

"This ain't the movies, Yonson."

"What time do you think it is?"

"I think the sun is past its high point. Two o'clock, give
or take an hour. Hard to say how long we were in the water.
You slept about an hour or so."

"We should gather enough wood to keep the fire burning
overnight. How are you feeling? Do you need any rest?"

"I'm OK. Well, you wanna go right and I'll go left? We'll
both drag back whatever will burn."

"All right. Vivian, have you seen any animals?"

"You mean like a gang of bears walkin' the block and looking
for trouble? No."

"Well, dangerous animals, yeah, we need to watch out for
them. But if something like deer or elk come and go to
drink, maybe we can get out the same way. Look for a path,
or another reflective marker."

"OK, Yonson, anything else?"

"Poison ivy. I mean, we're pretty damn exposed."

"You know what it looks like?"

"The leaves are waxy and grow in clusters of threes."

"What, were you in the Boy Scouts, or something, Yonson?"

"Something like that."

It seemed we were out of topics, so I began my search of the
shoreline to the right. Finding fallen branches wasn't
difficult, except for finding the right size. Anything too
small would burn in an instant; anything too large would be
hard to carry and might smother the fire. We stacked the
firewood just inside the forest growth, so the trees would
provide some protection if it started to rain again. I saw
no human markers, animal tracks, or paths leading into the
woods.

Occasionally, when I was dragging wood back to the campsite,
I'd spot Vivian coming or going. There were just the two of
us, naked and vulnerable, all alone in nature with very
little in the way of food or shelter, working together to
stay alive. Her strong, hard body seemed more in place out
there. And likewise her determination.

A few hundred feet from our site, I discovered a stream
gushing water into the lake. I suppose it was rainwater
rushing down from higher elevations. But over the years, the
stream had worn a smooth bed. Thankfully, I followed the
stream bed out to the lake, submerged myself, waited for my
erection to shrivel, and then relieved myself.

Within a few hours, both of us had acquired a collection of
scratches and bruises, but good store of fire wood as well.
I waded out and relieved myself once more, then waited on
the tarp for Vivian.

"You think this is enough?" I asked the next time she
returned.

"Looks like. We've got thirty or forty pieces piled up, and
we've only been burning one or two an hour. At least, that's
the way it seems without knowing the time."

"Did you find anything else that looks like a trail or a
shack?"

"No, I would have told you."

"A few hundred feet down shore there's a stream bed that
runs to the lake. It's a good place to get a drink, or
bathe, or whatever."

"Thanks, I'm gonna try that," Vivian replied. "I've been
wishin' for some toilet paper but a swim is the next best
thing."

Dispassionately I watched Vivian work her way down the
shore, and then wade into the lake. Once she almost fell. I
tried to be less obvious watching her return but she knew I
was watching her. I mean, there wasn't much else, and
certainly no other naked women.

"There should be more boats tomorrow," I ventured.

"All we need is one, but I didn't even see that today,"
Vivian observed.

"Not close enough to matter. What's left in those rations?"

"Hmm. Dried biscuits, little hot dogs in a can, chicken
stew, canned pudding, coupla tampons, coupla condoms. You
want me to go on?"

"Condoms?"

"Yeah, well, this stuff is old. The label says Edible Until
2050, though."

"How do we make chicken stew without a pot?"

"It says you pound the bag with your first, then in five
minutes it gets hot and you open it. There's two of `em. You
want one?"

"Why not?"

They actually weren't bad, except that eating chicken stew
without silverware is a bit messy. It was dusk anyway, so we
walked together to the stream, washed up, and relieved
ourselves. Then, with nowhere else to go, we returned to our
site and watched the fire.

"The fire is blinding our vision," I observed. "If there was
a boat out there, we wouldn't see it."

"If we sat in the dark and saw a boat, how could we signal
it?" Vivian countered. "Wavin' our arms in the dark wouldn't
do a whole lot of good."

"Yeah, I guess they'd have to see the fire and sound their
horn. You doing OK?"

"You surprise me, Yonson."

"How so?"

"Well, here we are, stranded on a shore, both naked, no one
around for miles, you've been watchin' me all day, you've
had a hard-on all day, and you're just makin' polite talk."

"What, you want me to talk dirty?"

Vivian was silent for a minute, than asked, "You don't like
me very much, do you , Yonson?"

"Do you really want an answer?"

"Yeah."

It took me a minute to answer, but Vivian was patient.
"Until a few days ago, I didn't like you at all. I thought
you were a pest. I thought you tricked your way into this
trip, and I thought you swiped my clothes."

"Go on."

"Well, since then I've got to know you a little better.
We've had some fun. We've had sexual experiences. Then this
morning you probably saved my life."

"Go on."

"Well, you're just a very hard person to know, Vivian. And
you're never really friendly with anyone. You're either
pushy or defensive. I mean, some people just aren't cut out
for each other."

"I'd say you know me better than you think, Yonson."

"So what's this all about? Why are we here? Do you like me?
Is that it?"

"Yeah, I do like you. Sorry about sneakin' along. Sorry
about your clothes. Losing your shorts in the lake, though,
that wasn't me. And you havin' a hard-on almost twenty-four
hours a day, I guess that isn't me either. Although I gotta
tell you, Yonson, I like the way you look."

"So if you like me, why are you so pushy with me?"

"You said it, Yonson. I'm not a subtle person."

"So why go after me at all?"

"What I've noticed about you, Yonson, is that you don't hurt
people. A lot of people have hurt me during my life, but I
don't think you ever hurt anyone. You like to help people.
And you're not a wuss, either. How do you do that?"

"I dunno. I just try to be nice to people and give `em the
space they need. They usually do the same for me."

"What if they take advantage of you, or mess with you?"

"Then I keep away from them."

"What if they were providing your food and shelter?"

"You mean, what if my mom and my dad were hurting me?"

"No, not your parents. Not necessarily. Just whoever's taken
you in."

"Well that's a tough one. I suppose every kid feels their
parents-or guardians-treat them wrongly some of the time.
They make up some rule your friends don't have to follow, or
they make you do something you don't want, stuff like that."

"People do stuff like that because they care about their
kids, Yonson. They're trying to do what's best for the kid,
even if the kid doesn't like it. But what if they don't care
at all?"

"Is that the way you feel? You've spent your whole life
being handed off from one aunt or uncle to another, and none
of them cared about you at all?"

"Basically."

"What makes you think none of them cared?"

"Oh, get off it, Yonson. They don't keep promises. They
don't even make promises. Nothin' you do makes `em happy, or
sad, or proud, or angry. You're just an extra job they're
doin' for a while."

"Well, if that's all true, I'm surprised you're doing as
well as you are. I mean, you've never been mixed up in
drugs, or crime, or gangs, have you?"

"Naw, I've kept my nose clean. I've seen where that other
stuff can lead."

"Anyone you knew?"

Vivian paused. "My brother."

"What happened to him?"

"Sold drugs. Got caught. Did time. Got out. OD'ed."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks. But how do I get away from that? Deliverin'
pizzas isn't going to get me out of the low-rent housin'
district, you know? Then I see people like you and your
friends: safe, secure, middle-class, easy-going, sure I'm
going to college, just not sure yet which one or what I
should study. It's like you're from another planet, y' know,
Johnson?"

"I can't say I know, but I can try to imagine."

"Yeah, so how do I cross over?"

That one stopped me in my tracks. Finally I asked, "Do you
expect an answer to that or were you just thinking aloud?"

"I dunno."

"Are you looking for a mentor, or a role model, or
something?"

"Maybe."

"Me?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

"Well, you've got a funny way of getting close to someone:
pestering me all the time, conniving yourself into this
trip, ditching my clothes."

"OK, I'm not good at relationships. But here we are, talking
about stuff."

I thought about it for a while. "Look, Vivian, I really
can't commit to anything like that right now. But I'll think
about it, and let's see what happens after we get rescued."

"Yeah, I'm not sure either, Yonson. It's hard for me to
trust people, you know?"

"I can believe that," I replied.

We sat silently for another couple of minutes, watching the
fire and listening to the waves. I threw on another log.

"So here we are, stranded on a remote shore, all alone,
naked. Seems like kind of a waste not to do it, you know?"

"What, you feel obligated?"

"Nobody's gonna believe we didn't do it, so we might as
well; know what I mean? And lots of people get horny
thinking about something like this, and how many ever get
the chance? How would you live that down, Yonson? Stranded
with a naked girl and didn't do it?"

"That's your idea of how to seduce a guy?"

"Must be working. You're hard. I like the way you look. Have
I told you that?"

"Yeah."

"Keep that thought," Vivian insisted, sliding next to me.
She grabbed my cock and hovered an inch above my face. We
locked eyes, then lips. She lowered her weight against me,
and rubbed my cock against her thigh.

Slowly I caressed her shoulders, her back, her sides, her
hips, her butt. Her body was unnaturally firm, but pulsing
with energy as well. I could feel the flexing of each muscle
every time she moved.

And move she did. Back and forth, ever so slightly, sliding
her smooth skin across mine. Entwining my legs with her
hard, silky thighs. Grasping my face, tickling my neck,
rubbing my shoulders, counting my ribs, digging into my abs,
circling the base of my cock. Our arousal seemed as
primordial as the flickering of the fire and the rush of the
waves. With one hand I probed her lips, found her stiff
little clitoris, lubed it, and caressed it. Vivian moaned
softly, then lowered her weight onto my fingertips and
rolled in ecstasy.

"I'm getting close," I whispered. Then, she rolled onto her
back, spread her legs, and pulled me on top of her. Into
her. Her sex was thoroughly wet, loose enough to admit me,
yet firm enough to grasp me. In and out she guided my hips,
deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Finally I was all the way in. She guided my hips around and
around, compressing her mound between our hips. She
stiffened, I stopped, then she grunted and slapped my hip.
So I resumed all the harder and a moment later she was
moaning and writhing in an ecstasy I could never have
imagined. Then she clinched her pussy muscles and I came
into her. Again and again I pumped, feeling the thick fluid
pulse from behind my balls, through my cock, and out the
head. I worked my cock around and around her hole, exposing
my cock to even more sensations. The rapturous sensations
continued. Eventually I slowed, Vivian relaxed, and I pulled
free and lay on my back.

"That was good, Yonson, that was good," Vivian muttered
after a few minutes. "Just two questions."

"Yeah?"

"Does that thing ever go down?"

"Not lately. What else?"

"How we gonna clean up?"

It didn't take long to understand the problem. Both of us
were covered from abs to knees in cum.

"We'll have to do down and rise," I suggested.

"Gonna be tough in the dark."

"It'll be easier to see after we get away from the fire," I
reassured her.

Fortunately, my reassurance turned out to be true. For the
first fifty or seventy-five feet, the fire lit our way.
Then, after stopping a few minutes and closing our eyes, the
stars and the moon provided barely enough light. The going
was slow, and by the time we reached the stream, the cum was
starting to dry. Cautiously, we waded into the lake.

For the first minute or so, we just took care of personal
business. I scrubbed the remnants of sex off my skin, took a
piss and a dump, and then cleansed myself again. Vivian took
care of her business as well, then we approached each other.

"Was that your first time, Yonson?"

"Yeah. Did it show?"

"You just seemed a little uncertain, that's all. You did
good, though. I like a guy who takes a little direction."

"Have there been many?"

Vivian thought a moment before answering. "No, I wouldn't'
say many. A few. Not everyone's who's tried, I can tell you
that."

"You get propositioned a lot? Being naked all the time, I
mean."

"No, I don't even count that. It's just trash talk."

"Any of your uncles?"

"No, I was lucky. When I was 11, I had a aunt who taught me
the warning signs. After that, I always managed to get out
in time."

"That's a tough life."

"Yeah, well, take advantage of the good times." Then she
grabbed me with both arms and both legs and kissed me.

"Ah, so it does go down!"

"It's the cold water."

Getting back to the site was easier than walking out,
because we were facing the fire. I threw on another log then
took my spot on the tarp.

"We need to feed the fire all night, huh?" Vivian asked.

"Yeah. I'll take first watch, unless you want it."

"Sounds like a plan. Just one thing, Yonson."

"What?"

"No peekin' at me while I'm asleep,"

"I promise."

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