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186 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 28, 2017

In the quiet sea and haze, tremendous guilt plagued Ron. He couldn’t shake it. The guilt had to be purged, one way or another. He handed his clients Clif Bars, and watched them eat.* He did not take any for himself. But taking care of his people was not eliminating all of the guilt. He felt compelled to say something.
So he did.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “For everything.”
A long silence wedged between himself and the group. Somewhere, a lone seagull cried, not** doubt wondering what the hell had happened to its feeding grounds.
“You did nothing wrong,” Rachel said.
“Yeah,” Amy said.
Rachel high-fived Amy. “You can’t control nature, “ she said to Ron. “I know you think you’re hot shit and all, but come on.”
Ron chuckled.

She couldn't remember anyone making her cum this hard in her entire life. But the proof was in Ron's tongue. God, I'm terrible at jokes, she thought.
Ron slapped her on the ass and Rachel let out a squeal. “Hey,” she said, “I’m a feminist, you know.”
“I respect that,” Ron said. “But that shit doesn’t fly in the bedroom.”
Rachel bit her lip. “I’m only letting you get away with that because you are actually dominant,” she said.
“You ooze compliments,” Ron said.
“I take it back.”
“Too late.”
He was rapidly smitten with Rachel’s quick wit. It didn’t hurt that she was a feminist, but also feminine, with long, clean hair, a thin figure, big eyes, and high cheekbones. The sensation that she might be a lot of trouble for him was palpable.



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