She was shaking her head slowly back and forth, saying "No, don't leave me here" over and over again in a pitiful little-girl voice."Wake up, honey. B...d dream." He squeezed her shoulder firmly, and she slowly relaxed, the tension draining visibly from her face. Then her eyes opened and she gave him a questioning look."What... ? Oh. Damn. What was I doing?" Moaning and thrashing, as usual. What do you remember?"She thought about it, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and finally shook her. I know you gave us those swimming lessons in Grand Cayman, but I'm not so sure I'm ready to test out how well I learned just yet. The idea of swimming several hundred miles has absolutely no appeal to a landlubber like me. What I'm wondering is whether we can outrun that storm, even if we turn around and head west. Wouldn't seeking shelter in Venezuela make more sense?" If that storm runs along the coast, Venezuela won't be any safer than Grenada," he filled her in." I'm not sure that we'd make. "Well now that he knows about all this, I will think about changing that rule somewhat. Has he ever fucked you in the ass?" No, never. Nobody has. You asked me that yesterday, and I told you, I've never done that." She was biting her lip, looking deliciously coy and vulnerable.James smiled. "Your husband is not to fuck you in the ass at all during your three month punishment. At least not unless I tell him to do so. Is that clear?"Carol nodded, but he insisted she answer him aloud. "Yes it's. You chase your way back to the beginning before the light fades to black, before the curtain drops. You do it all over, even if it’s all the same, cuz you don’t want it to end. You don’t want to end. But you know some day it’s gotta. Like I said. Irrational. No rhyme or reason. It’s all inevitable. Shouldn’t complain. Drives you insane that unknowable end.“Caution, approaching platform.”“Caution, approaching platform.”“Caution, doors opening. This is the last service of the night. Stay.