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After we had splashed around for a bit, I swam to the beach and waiting for Grant, who was getting two towels from the boat for us to lay on
He out them on the ground and we sat down.
"Here ya go."
He handed me a Mountain Dew. My favorite.
"It's so pretty out here." I said admiring the sandy coast and opening my drink.
"Not as pretty as you."
He kissed my on the cheek and started to tickle me.
"Ahhh no!! I'm gonna spill my drink." I laughed putting my drink down and squirming and he tickled my stomach.
I jumped on him pinning his arms down.
"Hmmm, your getting stronger, but not as strong as me." He flipped me over onto my back and kissed me on the lips, long and slow.
These where the kinds of kisses I loved. Ones that lasted and men't something.
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We got back to the boathouse at 4:00.
Grant offered me his hand again, and I jumped out of the boat onto the wooden deck, wobbling a bit.
Holding hands, we walked up the planks to the concrete and the parking lot to my car.
"I have to get going."
"Aw," he made a pouty face,"but we are having so much fun."
He pushed me up against my car gently and pressed his lips onto mine.
"And I love you but I have to go."
I pushed him playfully and got into my car, waving as a drove away.
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Rollercoaster
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