You can’t collect all the beautiful shells on the beach

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Bob Marley

 

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We walked along for a while, enjoying (I think she was?) the moment, when she stopped.

Here we are. Hey presto. What do you think?”

“It’s a beach hut!”

And it was. Painted in reds and blues it was just one on a whole line of them. She took some keys out of her bag and unlocked the wooden door. Inside was a small kitchen with brightly coloured mugs on a rack on the wall. There was a table and chairs that had a pile of towels on it

“Come in.”

I took a step in and she shut the door behind us. There was a press light on the wall above the mugs, which gave off a white glow.

“Can I have the tour?” It was just a little larger than my outstretched arms.

“Well, these are my arms.” She put them round me, drew me close and whispered.

“These are my lips.”

Blimey.

She whispered as she kissed me. “Do I need to go on?”

I was nervous.

“Does it come with a map?”

“You need a map to make me come? That is a worry.”

She reached up into the cupboard and took out two plastic beakers. She then opened the cupboard and took out a bottle of squash.

“Classy.” I tried to look impressed as she handed me a drink in the beaker with cartoon characters on it.

“Shut up, it’s romantic.”

“If we were three years old and playing with Lego.”

She spread a huge beach towel out on the wooden floor. She sat down and pulled me next to her.

“You really are a tosser.”

“Some might call it charm.”

She kissed me and put the drinks on the side.

“They might.”

There was a moment. Just an instant, when I forgot everything else other than the moment.

 

We lay there wrapped in a towel, post sex. She had her arms round me.

“Are you OK?”

“I do believe I am. I have a beaker full of ‘e’ numbers coursing through my veins. I am naked on a cold wooden floor, in a beach hut with a beautiful girl, who is the loudest love maker in history and I am sure we have alerted the authorities with all the noise.”

“And?”

“And I don’t care.”

I kissed her.

“We ought to be going.”

“Will I see you again?”

“I have seen pretty much all of you tonight. Inside and out. But yes you will.”

We dressed and walked back to the cars. It was starting to get light. I smiled and hugged her.

“That’s the first time I have seen you smile and look like you mean it.”

“It’s the first time for a while I have. So thank you. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re OK.”

She text me half an hour later and thanked me for the evening.

 

 

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