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She liked this version of herself—the focused one, the one that left no room for bad memories. When they returned to the hotel, Emma gathered her courage to speak. “Mr. Alex, if you don’t mind… I’d like to go out for a bit. To enjoy the sunset.” Alex raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at his watch. “Go.” “Thank you, sir.” The beach was only a few meters from the hotel. Emma sat on the edge of the sand, letting the sea breeze brush through her hair. The sky slowly turned orange, the sun descending gently—beautiful, yet stirring old, painful memories.

Emily questioned coldly. "Mom, the Levin family will definitely come after us this time," Fiona said anxiously from the side. Simona's face turned unsightly. "I will solve this matter myself; don't need you guys to bother," Emily said coldly "It's getting late; I'll go home first." She stepped away and crossed the corridor calmly and lightly. Emily drove down to the beach. She walked on the pebble-covered sand and looked into the distance with her eyes raised. She had checked the map, and on the other side of the ocean was a cosmopolitan city.

Emily beamed, jumping to her feet and undoing her flimsy robe, thus revealing her ripe pointy tits and her shaved little pussy. Moments later Emma returned, followed by two young men that Emily sort of remembered meeting once before, at the nude beach. One was tall, blond and boyishly cute. The other was dark-haired and had an inquisitive glint in eyes, whose almond shape betrayed his Asian heritage. Dressed in T-shirts and jeans, both teenagers had toned physiques and sported visibly bulging crotches. Emily faintly recalled Emma telling her that they were seniors at the high school where she was a part-time teacher, but, beside that, Emily was totally drawing a blank.

Henry agreed, but all he could think about was Elizabeth’s body in a bikini, sprawled on the sandy beach under the sun rays, and his pulse picked up its pace. After breakfast, they went to Elizabeth’s apartment, where she put on her only red bikini and white summer dress. She bought them a couple of years ago, but she didn’t have a chance to wear them yet. In the bathroom cabinet, she found necessary creams and oils, and she took them with her. More than an hour later, they were parked on one of the parking spots on Long Island. She let Henry lead the way since it looked like he came here often. Soon they found a place on the sand near the water edge on the part of the beach that was not tha

This would be my first time coming to the beach and I didn’t even come prepared, as if reading my thought Emma said; "Don't worry I brought some beach wears." She said smiling. Theo wouldn't like this, that was why Tessa did not mention that it was the beach. I smiled back at Emma with a wide smile. We got down and started to bring out our things or rather the things Emma and Tessa brought. We set the umbrella and changed into our beach wears. Tessa's phone started ringing, she looked at it, rolled her eyes, and dropped it.

“Not soon enough.” *** Beatrice paced backwards and forwards on the promenade, her arms crossed tightly against the brisk wind coming in off the ocean. Behind her, the surf was churning white foam as it heaved onto the beach. Her stomach was rolling with equal vigour, especially when Emily had contacted her that morning via Whatsapp, and explained the events of last night, and her ‘dream’ of a captain who was eating gold coins. “There’s something going on,” she said. “This town is up to something for sure.”

Alexander The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds. I wandered over to the bookshelf, my fingers trailing over the books. I pulled out a worn leather-bound copy of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". The pages yellowed, the words dog-eared. The door creaked open. "Alex." I turned to face Henry, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of unease. "Hi," he said, his voice laced with surprise.

But maybe Emily was right. Something had shifted. That night in the apartment. When the door splintered open and Henry was standing there with murder in his eyes. Something in me had cracked open. And I haven't been able to close it since then. "Okay," I whispered. "Maybe. Maybe it's not nothing." "It's not nothing, I'm just trying to help you navigate your feelings" Emily agreed. "Now. More important question." "More important than me getting embarrassed in front of everyone at the library?"

Emily quietly responds. "Do you want us to take you home?" I ask. Emily nods and wipes a tear away. Genelia gets up and I take Emily's hand. "Who was that little boy?" I wonder. "His name is Henry Blackwell, he's a meanie and I hate him." Emily face turns red. The rest of the walk is silent with occasional sniffles from Emily.

It was a fun game. "What's on tap tonight?" he asked, glancing at the screen where Emily now sat against the headboard, her side to the camera, attention fully absorbed by the book in her hands. Excitement tinged her voice as she replied, "'Far From the Madding Crowd' by Thomas Hardy. Read it in college and felt the urge to revisit it." "Sounds intriguing," he mused, genuinely curious. "It is!" she confirmed with a touch of fervor. "Alright, here we go."