She walked over to stand by Sophie’s head—her breath coming out in rapid pants. Hanna slid one hand down between her thighs and started to frantic...lly rub herself, while placing the other at her breasts—squeezing and massaging them roughly. “Oh shit—she’s so fucking hot!”Everything I had done and was doing to her—aided by the loud music that was playing—meant that Sophie was still completely unaware that Hanna was in the room with us. Even so, I started to pulse Sophie even stronger and more. He was still calm and peaceful, but underneaththat he began to consider his options if he could get free.It would have to be soon though. Even though he was feeling greaterconnection to himself with each passing moment he also could feel thetide getting closer with each wave. The last two were already reachingunder the sand toward him, barely a meter and a half now. Quentin hadmoved closer to his face now. He was moving rapidly as the waterapproached. Lewis had seen him like this more than a. His own breathing caused enough motion to intensify the pain, and even the otherwise relaxing sound of the surf seemed to enhance it as well. When he finally dragged himself back to consciousness, he found himself lying on a beach, staring up at a starless night sky. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but the storm had passed, though the sun had not yet risen and clouds still lingered overhead, blocking out any light from the moon or stars.He was alive.That was the first thought that. They immediately offered to lead me to the prospective well. Everybody got a fresh beer and off we went; I stopped by my horse to pick up the saddle bag with my dynamite, caps, and fuse. We moved off a little way down the street and came to a public well in a little open space. It was even shaded by a tree! I was sure that the living tree meant that there was still water available.I looked down the well, and, yes, I could see a trace of water in the bottom. I thought, "What the Hell, these are.