Chapter 247

• Champagne wasn't really my style, but I took a sip as we toasted each other. Kelly drained her flute, then mine, and two more while we followed the tradition of planting a sprouted coconut, and naming the tree that would result. She had one more just before we boarded the boat to return home.
• By the time we were walking down the beach toward the restaurant for dinner, those five glasses of champagne began to take effect. Kelly was looped, and horny. Her already low level of inhibitions dropped to zero.
• "Todd," she smiled, "I want to fuck you, right here on the beach." Her volume control was a little off too, suggesting it a little louder than she might normally have.