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Run – Chapter 11
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Some nights after dinner, Bo with Bruce and Kenzi drank and wailed into the wee hours terrible, drippy love songs from the jukebox. On other nights, Lauren and Bo walked or sat on the beach, talking, making out like horny teenagers. Their evenings always ended the same with Bo walking Lauren to the front door of the bungalow she shared with Kenzi. Maybe Lauren was still testing Bo—they had talked about Parvati—and while she felt stirrings of jealousy, Lauren could see the need for the succubus to feed. The trust would come; she just didn’t know how or when.
Four weeks into her return, Bo finally succumbed to fatigue and asked if Lauren minded if she stayed behind. Lauren was disappointed, as she had gotten used to having Bo’s company. Instead of asking why, which she wanted to do, Lauren left it there and just smiled back at her, warmly. ”Of course. I’ll see you tonight.”
When Lauren returned she found Bo waiting for her at the end of the footpath. As she did every night, Lauren parked the bus on the main road and lumbered the remaining way into the compound by an unmarked and rutted foot path barely wide enough for two, full of dips and the roots of the banyans, and not navigable by any vehicle, sturdy or not. The air was thick with wet grass and the early evening hum of crickets. Lauren’s hair hung limp and damp and she felt sweat trickling the expanse of her slender neck. She struggled under the weight of the gear and was relieved to see Bo jogging toward her to help.
”The roads are shit,” she wheezed. ”They’re not even roads, really. A road would mean pavement, cement, tar.”
”Just drop the gear. We’ll clean up later,” Bo, said, grabbing Lauren by the wrist.
Lauren flexed her neck. ”It’s been a long day, Bo. I just want to sit.”
”Come!”
”Can I shower first?” Lauren shook the front of her khaki shirt, stained with sweat.
”No,” Bo laughed. ”Besides, we’re all a bit ripe around here. Now, c’mon.”
Lauren whined. ”This is not how I wanted to end my day.”
”This’ll be worth it.” Bo tugged at Lauren’s wrist until she surrendered.
Bo steered Lauren down the dirt path that snaked from the front bungalows toward the smaller huts closer to the beach and behind the main part of the compound. The narrow walkway was slick with a thin layer of mud, and the air clung to their skin heavy with heat and the scent of something vaguely sweet that tickled Lauren’s nose almost making her sneeze. Lauren sensed the presence of something or someone watching—she heard laughter as she shuffled by and inhaled the tang of perfume, strange she thought, since by this time she catalogued and memorized every detail available to her senses.
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That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.