Page 27 of Wild for You
After we feaston our revenge breakfast, which just so happens to be the best damn meal of my life, we take a long walk on the beach.
I know I need to be working through a plan to get us out of here, and I have some ideas brewing around in my head, but after the near-death experience this morning, I just want to relax and have a little fun. We’re walking along the shore when I get an idea.
“How about we have a sandcastle contest?” I suggest.
Gwen’s lazy steps come to a stop as she turns to look at me. “You want to make sandcastles?” She laughs. “Do you really think that’s the best use of our time?”
I shrug, “Why not? I’m confident I can catch a fish before dinner, and we’ve still got some leftover papaya. Let’s have a little fun today, and tomorrow, we can work on a plan to get us out of here.”
She studies me before asking, “Do you need content or something?”
“No.” I place my hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. “I just want to play. You know, have a little fun?”
She shakes her head like she doesn’t understand.
“Fun. You know, something you do just because you want to … not for any other reason?” I press.
A small smile pulls at her lips, and she nods. “Ok, Jack. Show me how to have fun.”
“It would be my greatest honor to teach you how to play.” I offer her my hand. “Come on. We’ll need some supplies before we can get started.”
We spend the next hour gathering random sea trash, more water bottles, a couple of mismatched flip-flops, and seashells of all sizes. When I feel like we’ve got enough supplies, we pile them in a heap between us.
“So, the rules go like this, you can use anything in this pile to make your sand castle, and we have one hour to build the most unique structure possible. The person who utilizes the most trash in their design wins.”
She lifts a brow and crosses her arms over her chest, “Then can I technically just make a pile of trash and call it good?”
“Absolutely not. That’s cheating. Your sandcastle has to be made up of …” I tap my lip as I think, “eighty percent sand.”
“That’s rather technical, don’t you think? Who’s going to be the judge?” She looks around mockingly.
“You’re right.” I twist my lips to the side as I try to think of a solution. “Whoever makes the tallest sandcastle—using twenty percent trash—wins.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “This is the most ridiculous game I’ve ever played … I hope you’re ready to lose!” Then she takes off in a sprint toward the water to collect her first batch of wet sand.
My smile stretches so far across my face that it hurts, and fuck, if it’s not the best feeling in the world.
“Hey, wait up! That’s cheating! I didn’t say go!”
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“You’re justjealous that you didn’t think to use the condom to add stability.” I shrug.
“No, I’m not!” she argues. “I can’t believe you actually touched a used condom in the first place!”
“How else was I supposed to ensure my tower wouldn’t fall? The condom stuffed full of wet sand was the perfect structure. Besides, you can’t deny that tying that knot around the tip as a flag gave my castle a prestigious quality that your basic sand castle just didn’t possess.”
I shrug., continuing my defense, “Not only was my sand castle taller, stronger, and more practical in the face of danger, but it was creative.” I tap my temple. “Just admit it. I’m a better sand castle architect. Those are just the facts.”
“You certainly have had more experience playing in the sand than me,” she scoffs. “But I’ll have you know that my tower was beautiful … more of a feminine energy if you will.”
“Let’s call a spade a spade. Your tower looked like two boobs—complete with delicately crafted areolas—”
“And your’s was a giant dick!” she interrupts.
“A strong and quite endowed sand dick.” I correct her. “Which fit the criteria for winning.” I wink.
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe so, but I still think mine was more beautiful. I used flower petals as the areolas. That’s thinking out of the box!”
