Aaron finished by telling her about the kind detective who had found him after the crash and saved his life. “If it weren’t for Detective Harness,” he said, “I doubt I’d be alive today.”
She could see that Aaron had been severely traumatized. She took his hand and held it gently. “It was wrong for me to ask,” she said. “Perhaps we should talk about something else.”
She opened the picnic basket and pulled out a peach, taking a generous bite that sent peach juice running down her chin. “Oops,” she said, catching the drips with her hand.
Aaron reached over and gently wiped her mouth with a napkin, making her smile.
“What do you do for work?” she asked.
“Until recently I was down in the Cayman Islands working as a dive instructor. But like Michael St. John, my passion is writing. I hope to finish my first novel someday. I’ve been at it off and on for years, but something always seems to come up that keeps me from writing.”
“I’d love to read something you’ve written sometime,” Ekatarina said.
Aaron remembered an item he’d been carrying in his pocket since he left the Cayman’s. He hadn’t intended to ever show it to anyone, but the moment seemed right. He pulled it out and handed it to her.
“What’s this?” she said.
“It’s nothing really… just a little five-by-five I wrote back in the Caymans.”
“A what?”
“A complete short story in twenty-five words,” Aaron explained. “Five sentences long with exactly five words per sentence.”
Intrigued, Ekatarina unfolded the little piece of paper.
Hastily scratched in pencil were the following five lines:
“What troubles you, My Lady?”
“They all stare,” I replied.
He shifted, blocking their view.
I smiled at the man.
He let the axe fall.
Ekatarina took a moment to absorb the full meaning of the short story. “I love it. It’s a bit dark, but I love it. How can you say so much in just twenty five words?”
“Hemingway once wrote a complete story in just six words,” Aaron said.
“‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’”
Ekatarina had to consider that story for a moment as well. “Deep,” she said at last. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you and Hemingway were really screwed up.”
Aaron laughed. “And you would be correct,” he admitted.
Ekatarina took another big bite of her peach, controlling the juice with her napkin this time.
“What do you look for in a woman?” she asked.
Aaron paused, the random question catching him a little off guard. “Oh, I guess I don’t really care… as long as she’s sweet, and pretty, and funny, and a little naughty, and smart, and loving, and a loyal friend, and —”
“So what you’re trying to say is, you aren’t picky,” Ekatarina said, laughing.
“Precisely,” Aaron said.
“Let’s take a swim,” Ekatarina said cheerfully, jumping to her feet. “We can pretend we’re on a deserted island.”
“What? Uh — I didn’t bring a suit,” Aaron said awkwardly.
“Neither did I, silly. Come on. No one’s around…”
Just like that she stood and kicked off her sandals and pulled off her shorts and top, leaving nothing but her bra and panties. Aaron’s eyes widened at the sight of her slender, perfect body, her breasts straining to be free of their restraints, the setting sun adding a soft, sensuous glow to her smooth skin.
She waded out a bit and gestured for him to follow. “Come on in, the water’s fine,” she said, laughing at herself for using that tired Hollywood cliché.
Aaron looked around and then stripped to his boxers and followed her into the pristine waters of Glorietta Bay.
Ekatarina watched him, grinning widely, splashing the clear water with her fingers.
Up to mid-thigh now, she dunked under for a moment, and when she surfaced she turned toward Aaron, and, pretending not to notice that her underwear had become see-through, did a full body stretch, arms overhead, arching her back, wringing the seawater from her long, straight black hair as the salty liquid dripped from her invisible bra and shimmered down over her smooth stomach and legs.
Aaron swallowed hard, thinking, Oh my God, am I dreaming?
He quickly dunked under as well, hoping to extinguish the conspicuous fire Ekatarina had ignited in him. She was kidding about it being warm.
“It’s freezing,” he said, laughing, clutching his arms to his chest.
As a trained diver, Aaron could easily hold his breath for long periods, and he decided to play a harmless trick on her. He waded out a little and then dunked under again, and this time instead of surfacing right away, he stayed down for a while — a long while.
Ekatarina watched the ripples rolling away from where he’d been, the concern in her eyes deepening. He was staying down way too long. A myriad of potential aquatic horrors flashed before her eyes as she looked around for him.
Suddenly Aaron surfaced, splashing her playfully, laughing at his childish prank.
She splashed him back hard. ”Don’t do that!” she said. “You scared me.” She didn’t mention that her younger brother, her only sibling, had drowned in a canal at the age of eight, and that she had been the one that found him. She gave Aaron a shove that nearly knocked him over. Then she ran giggling out of the water and up onto the grass where she flopped onto her stomach on the picnic blanket.
Aaron walked up the beach, wiping the excess water from his chest and arms, and sat down next to her. Her cute bottom was clearly one of her best features.
The sun was very low now, and the air was cooling. Goosebumps were forming on Ekatarina’s skin. Aaron reached for a towel and laid it over her, and then he grabbed one for himself and dried his hair with a quick buff.
He reached into the picnic basket and pulled out an apple. “I appreciate you putting this nice picnic together, Ekatarina.”
“You’re very welcome.” She sat up and pulled the towel around her, covering her body entirely. Then she turned her head slightly to the side and smiled at him in a way that made his heart leap. “You know, Aaron… in Russia it is customary for lovers to refer to each other by an affectionate name.”
Aaron paused, confused. Did I hear her right? Did she say ‘lovers’? Please tell me she said ‘lovers’.
“Mine’s Katya,” she said. “And you already have yours.”
Before Aaron could say anything, Katya pushed him gently down onto the blanket. She dropped her towel and reached behind her back and unclasped her wet bra and tossed it over her shoulder. Then she lay over him with her breasts on his chest and pressed her warm, moist lips firmly against his.
At first her directness embarrassed him, but he let himself go, bathing in her intoxicating sexuality, responding passionately to her open-mouthed kisses as if he knew he would die tomorrow. He wanted to be in this moment forever — just the two of them — spinning through space and time, safe in their dream, safe from a world gone mad. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Please, God, he prayed. Let this be my moment. Let this be my life. Let this be my eternity.
Her goosebumps had gone now, and her skin was warm to the touch, and softer than he could ever imagine. He kissed her neck and shoulders then tore away what little remained of her clothing and slowly, intently, explored every inch of her nakedness. The goosebumps returned as Aaron’s hands and mouth caressed Katya’s lively, willing body like a thousand silk handkerchiefs, intensifying her already fiercely burning desire.