Page 81 of Lost Paradise

He’s a twisted arsehole, and deep inside, I wish the cannibals had roasted his arrogant, self-absorbed arse.

“Do you have any idea how pre-historic people sewed clothes together?” Eve asks, and I have a feeling she believes I’m some human encyclopedia. It’s cute, she thinks that.

“Well, they used needles made from different materials such as bone, antler, or even wood.”

“Like a fish bone?” she suggests.

“Hmm, not actually a bad idea,” I say, looking at the white scrapes of cloth. “What about if we made slightly bigger holes in thefabric and then used some of the dried seaweed we used for the roof of the hut to join them together? That way, we don’t need any needles.”

“It might end up like a loose skirt.”

“It’ll hide his knob and balls,” I reply sternly, and she bursts into laughter.

“Well, I guess that’s the whole point,” she says with a grin. “God forbid you men feel the need to compete with larger dick sizes.”

“Are you telling me you’re not affected?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Not in the way of modesty,” she quips back. “I admire Astro for his ability to feel comfortable in his own skin.”

“You’re not?” I press, intrigued.

“With people I’m in a sexual relationship with, of course, I am comfortable, but outside that circle, yeah, maybe I’m not that easy being in my own skin.”

“Well, that’s not bad. It’s normal behavior, luv. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting to live a little, and I imagine that’s what’s blocking your conscience.”

Rather than reply, she picks up one of the short-ended spears we stole from the cannibals last night and looks at its tip.

“Will this do for holes?” she asks, holding it up.

“We won’t know if we don’t try,” I say, and I’m not just referring to the pointed object but more about Eve casting off her societal expectations and doing what she feels is natural to her.

After spending an entire morning on the prancer’s bloody loincloths, we decided to take a break and go for a dip in the ocean. Eve said something about an octopus Jack’s been feeding, and I have to question the sanity in that bloke’s head.

Who the fuck feeds wild octopuses?

The bloke is an odd one.

“Are you coming?” Eve says with a wild glint in her eye, urging me to the shore, where I watch her cast off every item from her body.

“Eve?” I ask herskeptically.

“What?” she smiles, and I can’t help as my eyes drift to those perky white tits and rosy nips. “You told me to live a little. So I am!” she shouts, running into the calm ocean.

It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but what the hell. I begin to undress and follow her into the clear blue water.

Swimming to catch up to Eve, I quickly wade into the crystalline waters, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin and the soft caress of the ocean breeze. The further we swim, the more transparent the water becomes, offering a glimpse into a vibrant underwater world.

The shallow coral reefs that fringe the coastline beckon with their multicolored beauty. As we swim over these intricate underwater gardens, we’re greeted by a breathtaking display of colors and shapes. The corals come in a myriad of hues, from brilliant shades of pink and purple to vibrant blues and greens.

But unfortunately, that’s as much as my sodding eyes will allow. Without glasses, I’m pretty much useless. I haven’t complained about it to the group, so I don’t think they’ve realized the depth of how bad my eyesight is.

I follow Eve as she dives under, and if I thought my sight above the water was terrible, I would say that this is just a disaster waiting to happen. I could probably bump noses with a shark and think it’s Eve’s toe.

“Did you see that?!” she exclaims excitedly as we both come back to the surface.

“Those were two sea turtles mating!”

I thought it was some fat fish.

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