I\u2019ve had some incredible times on beaches. Parties that I will remember for the rest of my life. Concerts for more kinds of music than I knew existed. Bonfires, and singing, and dancing, and laughing. And sometimes I\u2019ve walked up and down a boardwalk with a girl. It\u2019s hard to say which times are more amazing. They\u2019re different, and I love them all.<\/p>\n
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Jack watched Alpha Centauri A slip below the horizon, leaving only Cen B\u2019s pale orange light hanging low above the horizon. A binary star system generated some really interesting sunslight. Another red dot flared into existence in the sky for a few seconds and two words appeared on Jack\u2019s contacts. Proxima Centauri. The red dwarf orbiting the Alpha Centauri binary star system had a tendency of flaring every hour or so according to his hyperspace navigation classes. It was a Bad Thing to be too close to it when that happened, but it looked amazing from the safety of a planet.<\/p>\n
Jack turned away from the orange twilight, shaking his head in wonder, and scanned the beach next to him. Ocean waves washed onto the beach with a dull roar. Men, women, and children laughed and played in the surf and the sand. Some still lay on the beach, enjoying the remaining twilight. Others began to pack up and leave. Sunbathing time was over. Jack scanned the bikini-clad bodies and smiled. He really loved beaches.<\/p>\n
A throat cleared itself next to him and he turned to look at Betty. She wore her favorite yellow sundress and white sandals. It made her look completely at home on the beach. It was a good look for her. The dress fluttered in the salty warm breeze coming off the ocean, and he aimed an innocent smile her way.<\/p>\n
She arched an eyebrow. \u201cDon\u2019t give me that look,\u201d she said in a stern tone. \u201cI know you too well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jack held the smile. \u201cWhat? No jury would convict me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Betty\u2019s face twisted into a sweet smile. \u201cBut Samantha<\/em> might.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack\u2019s hands reached for the scarf hanging around his neck reflexively. \u201cWe don\u2019t even know each other yet,\u201d he returned, trying hard not to sound guilty.<\/p>\n \u201cBut you\u2019re here to meet her,\u201d Betty rejoined with a smile that suggested she heard the guilt despite his efforts. \u201cOgling other girls is not a way to make a good impression.\u201d Her amused smile vanished and she cleared her throat. \u201cWell, I suppose I should leave you now. Good luck, Jack,\u201d she said and faded away.<\/p>\n Jack swallowed, slipped a hand into his pants pocket, and pulled in a deep breath. He held his head high and looked out over the beach, watching more sunbathers and swimmers packing up to go home. He breathed in and out in time to the waves, didn\u2019t stare too much at any one young lady, and waited.<\/p>\n A fresh set of footsteps on the boardwalk approached his position and he felt electricity in the air. He smiled and continued to scan the oncoming waves, waiting. The footsteps stopped behind him. With a deep breath to puff his chest out, he turned around to see flaming red hair and twinkling emerald eyes lit by the orange sun. Jack pulled the white cowboy hat from his head with his free hand and bowed.<\/p>\n \u201cMy lady.\u201d He stood tall again and placed the cowboy hat back on his head as he studied her. A loose white blouse and black skirt fluttered in the breeze, shrouding her lithe body. A scarf that matched his hung around her neck and she peered back at him with an inquisitive intelligence that told him she was going to be a seriously wild ride.<\/p>\n She glanced up and down his Dress Whites with an amused smile. \u201cI think someone\u2019s trying to impress me.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack placed his free hand on his belt and held his smile. \u201cIs it working?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha clicked her tongue. \u201cMaybe.\u201d She looked out at the beach and nodded slowly. \u201cEnjoying the scenery?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack chuckled and aimed a charming smile at her. \u201cThat which lies upon yonder beach pales in comparison to the Dulcinea who called me here.\u201d<\/p>\n Her eyes widened in surprise. \u201cAnd where<\/em> would this girl be?\u201d she demanded, a twinkle in her eyes.<\/p>\n Jack smiled in pure pleasure, pulled in a deep breath, and released a long sigh. \u201cI do believe she is waiting for her knight in white armor to save her from a dull and dreary existence,\u201d he said and pulled his Dress Whites tight with a wry smile.<\/p>\n Samantha smiled and examined the scarf hanging from his neck with an appraising air. \u201cAnd what is this then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA favor, a boon,\u201d Jack said and waved his free hand in the air like a magician. \u201cA charm of great luck bestowed on me by my Dulcinea,\u201d he finished with a raised finger.<\/p>\n She arched an eyebrow. \u201cYour<\/em> Dulcinea?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smiled and lowered his hand to hold the scarf. \u201cWell, every brave knight needs a reason to ride off to battle with the dark and horrible enemy.\u201d He held her gaze and felt his hand squeezing the scarf a little too tightly. \u201cAnd to return,\u201d he added without thinking.<\/p>\n Samantha\u2019s eyes opened wide and he mentally cursed himself for letting his composure slip. Confident, confident, he must be confident<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cOr so the stories say,\u201d he added with a wry smile.<\/p>\n She cocked her head to the side and examined him with a concerned look in her eyes. \u201cAnd here I thought you were a Cowboy,\u201d she said and raised a hand to tap his cowboy hat\u2019s brim.<\/p>\n Jack chuckled at her, spreading his arms out wide. \u201cI am. Don Quixote, the errant Cowboy, at your service.\u201d He whipped the scarf from around his neck with a smooth motion and held it out to her. \u201cYou ordered me to return this boon tonight, my lady, and I have<\/em>\u2026returned.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned away to look at the beach, but he sensed the corner of her eyes on him so held his stance. Something was reserved about her. She was thinking about something that wasn\u2019t here. He didn\u2019t know what it was, but warning bells clanged in his mind. Their meeting was entering new territory, and he didn\u2019t know what the rules were.<\/p>\n Of course, that part was usual with girls.<\/p>\n She finally broke the silence with a single word. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack raised an eyebrow. \u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha turned to face him again and he saw determination in her eyes. \u201cWhy did you kiss me last night?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack frowned, flicked the scarf back to drape over one shoulder, and tried a stalling tactic to give him time to think. \u201cWhy did you kiss me first<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a long look before shrugging. \u201cOkay. Fine.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack shivered. He knew girls, and he knew that those two words uttered together were never <\/em>either okay or fine.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll bite,\u201d she said in a sweet tone that sent more shivers down his spine. \u201cI was partying, I was enjoying<\/em> the New Years celebration, I was dancing, and I was having fun. And the ball came down and people started kissing and I decided I wanted to do that too. So I found some random handsome guy who wasn\u2019t kissing anyone and I glomped onto him.\u201d Her mouth pulled down in something near a frown.<\/p>\n \u201cYou think I\u2019m handsome?\u201d Jack said with a smile, trying to shift the conversation to his advantage.<\/p>\n Her eyes narrowed and she brought one finger up to touch her lips. She let out a long breath and extended the finger to push against his chest. \u201cAnd then he kissed me back,\u201d she said, jabbing him with each syllable. \u201cWhy<\/em> did he kiss me back?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack blinked for a moment. He really didn\u2019t<\/em> like being just a random kiss, but it hadn\u2019t been one in the end. He quickly dove back into a charming smile aimed at her. \u201cWell, you<\/em> are an amazing<\/em> young lady who should be kissed well and often.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha smiled. \u201cThat may be true.\u201d Her expression turned more serious. \u201cBut is that really<\/em> why you kissed me?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack spread his arms out wide and the scarf fluttered in the wind. \u201cWhy does anybody<\/em> kiss? Sparks. Electricity. You\u2019re a good kisser. There\u2019s a lot of reasons we kiss each other. To me it all comes down to whether or not we enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I really<\/em> enjoyed it.\u201d He looked at the scarf in his hand for a second before meeting her gaze. \u201cYou did too. Has that changed?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I did<\/em>\u2026at the time.\u201d She shifted her hand over to brush the scarf and smiled before shaking her head.<\/p>\n Jack realized she was of two minds on last night. She liked it, and was troubled by it. The question was why. He could try to charm her into using just the parts of her that liked it, but that wouldn\u2019t fix the issue really, just delay it. He needed to understand the other mind before he could figure out what to do. Assuming he ever could<\/em> understand of course.<\/p>\n He aimed an understanding smile at her and let out a long breath. \u201cWhat troubles you, my lady?\u201d he asked and waved his hand in a chivalrous manner.<\/p>\n She shook her head but he detected the barest smile in it. \u201cYou make it hard to be angry with you.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack wrapped the scarf around his neck with a flick of the wrist and smiled at her. This really was dangerous territory if she was trying to be angry with him. He had to know how<\/em> dangerous. \u201cWhy do you wanna be?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t!\u201d Samantha spat out, and shook her head. \u201cBut I\u2019ve been thinking.\u201d She raised her eyes to meet his again and he saw turmoil in them. \u201cI wanted a short, fun, no commitment kiss. Happy New Year and goodbye honey all in one. Then you grab me, knock me off balance and kiss me like\u2026wow\u2026\u201d Her eyes went slack in memory and she paused for a couple seconds. She shook her head to clear it and her expression turned hard again. \u201cBut I made it clear I didn\u2019t want it. I protested. I struggled.\u201d She poked him in the chest, hard. \u201cYou kept kissing me anyways. And no matter how much I liked the kiss, I don\u2019t like that<\/em>,\u201d she finished with a grim look.<\/p>\n Jack licked his lips and looked down, a chill going down his spine as he really understood. He could see her point of view.<\/p>\n She pulled his chin back up and looked him in the eyes. He saw the determination to do whatever needed doing in them. \u201cJack, part of me\u2019s screaming at me right now for saying this, but I will walk and you will never see me again if I can\u2019t trust you. If you keep playing this ridiculous little game of yours, I\u2019m gone. Or you can talk. Your<\/em> call.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smiled and sucked in a deep breath. She had a truly amazing mind, and the stubbornness to stick to her guns no matter what. She was amazing. He felt something in him shift and knew, whether she walked or stayed in the next moments, he would be proud of her for doing it. And she was worth going all the way to make her stay.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not really a game,\u201d he said in a calm, clear voice. \u201cOh, I\u2019ve kissed a lot of girls in my time.\u201d He chuckled. \u201cMore than one father chased me off at gunpoint.\u201d He shook his head but held her gaze so she could know he was telling the truth. \u201cI liked them. I enjoyed spending time with them.\u201d He chuckled again and rubbed his jaw. \u201cI think the only time I ever did homework<\/em> was with\u2026them. If I had a penny for every time a father barged into bedrooms to find books<\/em> scattered over the bed\u2026.\u201d Jack gave a low whistle. \u201cSaved my bacon, let me tell you.\u201d He chuckled for a moment, then chewed his lip for another, and brought one finger up to hold it between them. \u201cThey were friends, people I trusted and liked. I\u2019ve never kissed a stranger<\/em> before.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha stepped back and her eyes shifted from side to side as she considered his words. He waited for her to look back at him before continuing. She needed to know he was truthful.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t know me from Adam,\u201d Jack said with a wave towards the people on the beach. \u201cI could have been any of them. I could have been none of them. You weren\u2019t kissing me<\/em>. You would have forgotten all about me. And my pride just couldn\u2019t stand that. So I decided to give you a kissing you wouldn\u2019t forget,\u201d he finished with a calm look. He spread both arms out wide. \u201cWrong or right, that was it. That was why. And after that I stepped back and waited for your next move.\u201d He took a very small step back to show his intentions, grabbed the scarf and whipped it off his shoulder to hold it between them once more. \u201cI don\u2019t want you to walk right now. I really<\/em> don\u2019t.\u201d He swallowed, but now was not the time for half measures. \u201cBut I will never<\/em> stop you from walking if that is your choice. Not today, not tomorrow, not ten years from now. Never.\u201d He gave her a calm smile and waited for her next move. Again.<\/p>\n Samantha remained still, studying him, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she bit her lip, nodded, and sighed. She stepped close, grabbed the scarf, and very firmly placed it back on his shoulders. He swallowed as an electric shiver ran through his body.<\/p>\n \u201cI believe you,\u201d she whispered and patted the scarf, sending another jolt through him. She turned away from him and gave a slight nod.<\/p>\n Motion caught Jack\u2019s attention and he focused on a man by a car in the distance. The man nodded back, opened the car door, and slipped into it. The car lifted off the ground a few moments later and flew away. A chill went down his spine as the fact that she\u2019d expected to walk away settled in.<\/p>\n She turned back to him and smiled. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I didn\u2019t plan very well. Do you<\/em> have any plans?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack sucked in a deep breath, gave her his best charming smile, and crooked his arm out next to him. He looked down the boardwalk, at the vendors shutting their shops, at the sunbathers going home, and sighed. \u201cWould my lady like to walk down the boardwalk?\u201d<\/p>\n She slipped her arm into his with a smile of her own. \u201cI would love to,\u201d she answered and they began to walk. She leaned in close and whispered. \u201cI\u2019m glad I kissed a stranger last night.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack let out a long breath and smiled. \u201cJust to be clear, we\u2019re talking about me, right?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n Samantha slapped him with her free arm. \u201cAnd just how many strangers do you think I kissed last night?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack sucked in a deep breath. \u201cWell, you were moving pretty quick\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJack?\u201d she said and gripped his arm tight.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Ma\u2019am?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can shut up now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n She gave him a satisfied smile. \u201cGood.\u201d She leaned against him as they walked.<\/p>\n Jack looked down at the scarf that was a match for the one she\u2019d given him. Hers hung around her neck and draped over impressive breasts. He reached his free hand over to grab the scarf and ran his thumb over it. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA scarf,\u201d she answered, not taking her head away from his arm.<\/p>\n Jack raised an eyebrow at the top of her head. \u201cI\u2019ve seen a lot of these walking around town. All different colors and patterns. And I see that some of them are more prestigious than others.\u201d He lifted her scarf off her breast and waved it in the general direction of a particularly snooty group of young men and women walking off the beach. They wore a scarf of some other design.<\/p>\n She smiled and pulled her scarf out of his hands. She waved it in his face. \u201cThey\u2019re school scarves.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAhhh,\u201d Jack whispered, projecting a tone of total understanding. \u201cSo they come from a rival high school?\u201d<\/p>\n Her body stiffened and she slapped his arm in a playful manner. \u201cCollege actually.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Jack said, projecting shock as best he could. \u201cThat can\u2019t be.\u201d He cocked his head to the side and examined her smiling face. \u201cUnless you\u2019re one of those honors students of course. Getting ahead of the pack and all that.\u201d<\/p>\n She bumped her hip against his leg playfully. \u201cAnd just how young do you think I am?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n Jack pulled in a long breath, enjoying the moment and really not wanting to break it. \u201cWell\u2026\u201d he said through pursed lips, considering his words carefully. He smiled as something came to mind. \u201cI think you\u2019re old enough to know your father wouldn\u2019t approve of me, and young enough that you\u2019re willing to risk it.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha chuckled. \u201cAnd what makes you think my Daddy has any<\/em> say in who I date?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack sighed and patted her arm with his free hand. \u201cIf you call him Daddy, you will always<\/em> be his little girl and he will always<\/em> have something to say about who you date. Whether you like it or not. And it will often be through the megaphone of a shotgun aimed at the lad he has words for,\u201d he finished with a wry smile.<\/p>\n Samantha chewed her lip for several seconds before shaking her head and patting his arm. \u201cGood answer.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou succeed,\u201d she corrected.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Ma\u2019am.\u201d Jack smiled at the young lady on his arm, enjoying every second of it. \u201cSo what school do you go to?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNew Churchill College. Business major. What about you?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack chuckled. \u201cBemidji State. And if I\u2019m being honest, I majored in music, drinking, and girls, and not necessarily in that order.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha laughed. \u201cDo you play?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack gave her a very large grin. \u201cI\u2019m told I play very well.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha slapped his arm. \u201cMusic.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack chuckled. \u201cOh\u2026right. That.\u201d Jack made a production of a regretful sigh. \u201cYes, I play the guitar, I pluck a good fiddle, and I can do a mean harmonica too. Do you <\/em>play?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha gave him a slow smile. \u201cYes,\u201d she finally whispered.<\/p>\n Jack pulled in a deep breath in admiration. She truly was a lively<\/em> one. \u201cAre you going to tell<\/em> me?\u201d he finally asked.<\/p>\n She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. \u201cDo you think you can guess?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do I get if I guess right?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n She smiled at him playfully. \u201cA walk on the beach?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked over at the beach. \u201cWe\u2019re already doing that, aren\u2019t we?\u201d<\/p>\n Her smile grew. \u201cA longer<\/em> walk on the beach.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay. I\u2019m in,\u201d he said with a satisfied smile. Jack examined her right hand closely. \u201cWell, no calluses, so you don\u2019t play a guitar. Unless you\u2019re left handed or use a pick.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha shook her head with an approving smile.<\/p>\n \u201cRight. So I\u2019m guessing no harmonica?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha chuckled. \u201cCold.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight.\u201d Jack pursed his lips in thought and scanned her body. She had better posture than most young ladies, suggesting she either had someone who taught her to walk properly, or she played something that required it, or both. He watched her breath for several seconds, recognizing the smooth and controlled tempo of it. \u201cWell, you certainly have healthy lungs,\u201d he said with a smile.<\/p>\n Samantha raised a warning eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m serious,\u201d he answered with a chuckle. \u201cYou control your breathing like you were trained to.\u201d<\/p>\n She pursed her lips, examined him carefully, and finally nodded.<\/p>\n Jack pondered for a moment, and smiled again. \u201cYou\u2019ve got good lips too. Flute?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha smiled and patted his arm before shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u201cAh\u2026darn.\u201d Jack shrugged and scratched his chin with his free hand. \u201cWell, you don\u2019t have the lips of a brass lass, so no tuba for you.\u201d<\/p>\n She gave him a surprised look for a moment, then shook her head and shuddered theatrically, forcing him to chuckle. It was actually a very good<\/em> theatrical shrug. He frowned and studied her again. She had impressive control of her gait, very graceful, with each step landing exactly where she meant it. He\u2019d seen that before.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have nice legs too.\u201d<\/p>\n She aimed another raised eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n He gave her an innocent smile. \u201cI mean you have good posture and have very good control of where you walk. You do stage work.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha smiled. \u201cGetting warmer,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n Jack smiled back and licked his lips. The theatrical control of her body suggested training. \u201cActing?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha sighed and walked on.<\/p>\n \u201cNot exactly,\u201d Jack whispered and considered more. Back in the club on New Years she had slipped through the crowd without bumping into anybody. \u201cYou know your way through a crowd and have an excellent sense of timing with the music. So you perform in a crowd. I\u2019m going to say no to opera though.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at him for a long moment with a curious gaze. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smiled at her. \u201cI\u2019ve known opera girls. They wouldn\u2019t have been caught dead<\/em> in that club on New Years. They would be at their family\u2019s Holiday Ball hobnobbing with all the other members of \u2018real society\u2019 and all that bunk.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha nodded in approval. \u201cYou may continue.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to say no to ballet as well.\u201d At her questioning look, he smiled. \u201cBallet companies prefer stick figure girls. You<\/em>, my lady, are no stick figure girl,\u201d he said with an admiring look.<\/p>\n Samantha laughed and gave his arm a soft pat. \u201cWe\u2019re running out of boardwalk,\u201d she said with a nod.<\/p>\n Jack glanced ahead to see where it ended about a block away. They still had plenty of time. He shrugged and pulled in a deep breath. \u201cI think your performing style is\u2026singing\u2026and some dancing or\u2026choreographed stuff\u2026with a bunch of other people.\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha aimed an admiring smile at him and shifted back and forth on his arm. \u201cGetting hot,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you are,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n She slapped his arm.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Ma\u2019am,\u201d he whispered and chewed his lower lip as he watched her move. It was a very enjoyable sight. He laughed as all the hints came together. He could be wrong, but it matched everything he knew so far, so it was worth a guess. \u201cI\u2019m willing to bet a very long walk on the beach, and<\/em> a short dip in the ocean if you approve, that you<\/em> are in a glee<\/em> club.\u201d<\/p>\n She stopped and spun to face him. \u201cHow?\u201d Her gaze turned suspicious. \u201cDid your cyber tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack shook his head. \u201cNo, Ma\u2019am. Using a cyber like that on you would be spying. I don\u2019t spy. I\u2019d much rather discover<\/em> who you are in person.\u201d He aimed his best charming smile at her. \u201cAnd you<\/em> are worthy of taking time to discover.\u201d<\/p>\n She raised an eyebrow and slapped his arm playfully. \u201cYou, Sir, flatter too much,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n Jack waggled his eyebrows at her. \u201cOnly as much as you deserve.\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled and gave him a thoughtful smile. \u201cWhatever do I do with you?\u201d she finally asked.<\/p>\n Jack shrugged. \u201cI guess that depends on what you want<\/em> to do with me.\u201d He gave her another charming smile. \u201cIs this a multiple choice question?\u201d<\/p>\n Samantha smiled, pulled his head down, and kissed him on the lips.<\/p>\n Jack pulled back, sucked in a deep breath, and smiled. \u201cOoh, I like that one. But I think I\u2019d be remiss if I answered before I\u2019d seen any of the other options. Don\u2019t you agree?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d she answered with a flirtatious smile.<\/p>\n \u201cSo what about that swim?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n She looked up at him, her lips twisted in amusement. \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack gave her his best charming smile. \u201cWhat, oh lady, do I have to do to make you agree?\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her head and turned around to pull him back the way they\u2019d come. \u201cGuess,\u201d she finally said in an amused tone.<\/p>\n Jack felt a smile of confidence enter him and began to throw out option after option in his mind as he searched for just the right tactic. This was a game that was worth playing all the way to the end.<\/p>\n The game went on all night until the rising suns began to chase the night away. That was when the car returned and Samantha turned to leave. Jack pulled her back and stepped in close for another very long kiss. It was a good one, and he liked how she felt when her body melted into his. She stepped away after that eternal kiss that could not have been longer than a second or two. Then she patted his arm and left him alone on the beach.<\/p>\n Well. Not entirely alone. There was of a pair of very attractive joggers coming down the beach.<\/p>\n Jack smiled, shook his head, leaned forward, and began to jog away from the beach. He accelerated into a run after a few moments and enjoyed the feeling of wind in his hair. He pounded through downtown Landing City as fast as an Olympic sprinter on legs that never grew tired. He sucked down massive lungfuls of air and felt the blood rushing through his veins. It felt great to run. It felt even better to run at the end of such an amazing night. He slowed to a jog and then to a walk as he approached his new home with Alpha Centauri A rising behind him to see Charles waiting with a frown.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re late!\u201d Charles snapped.<\/p>\n Jack automatically went to attention, snapping his heels together and deciding that right now was probably the right time to actually channel all the Marine stuff they\u2019d shoved into him back in boot camp. \u201cSir! I have ten minutes until I report for duty, Sir! I am not late yet, Sir!\u201d<\/p>\n Charles\u2019 frown deepened, his eyes running up and down Jack\u2019s dirty, soggy, and sand-spattered Dress Whites. \u201cWhat in Hell<\/em> did you do to your uniform?\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n \u201cSir! I swam in the ocean, Sir!\u201d Jack said, his voice full of pride.<\/p>\n Charles shook his head and growled. \u201cWhy in Hell<\/em> would you do something so stupid with your Dress Whites?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack\u2019s face broke out in a grand smile. \u201cSir! 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