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I cocked my brow and tugged on his hand. “I’ve heard that line before. And just so you know, sex on the beach is not on the table. Sand gets into those places I’d rather not have forty grit sandpaper touching.”
“Well, not that I don’t want to have sex on the beach, but it’s not what I had in mind.”
“What are we doing then?” The cool waves were just above my ankles and the sounds of the seals and birds began to fade the farther we got from the house.
“See that rock formation over there?” He pointed about fifty yards down the beach to an area I hadn’t yet explored. “With the water this low, it exposes the tide pools.”
“There are so many hidden secrets on this beach.”
“I thought it could be fun to see what might be caught in the pools.”
A sharp stab followed by white-hot flames engulfed my foot. I dropped James’s hand and fell onto the sand, grabbing my ankle. “Ouch, shit! Fuck me! Motherfucker…”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“Something bit my ankle or stung me,” I snapped, the pain making me act slightly crazy. “I don’t know, but it burns like a motherfucker.”
I removed my hand and stared at the bright red line that wrapped from the top of my foot around to my ankle.
“Let me look.” He dropped to his knees beside me. “It looks like a jellyfish sting.”
“I don’t care what it is. My foot is on fire,” I cried, ready to lose my shit, all because he had to go for a sunset walk holding my hand.
In a flash, he undid his zipper and pushed his shorts to his knees.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I am not giving you a blow job right now.”
He held out his hands as he continued to expose himself. “I saw this onFriends. If I pee on it, it will make it stop burning.”
“That’s a myth,” I argued.
“No, I swear it’s real.”
“You are not taking a piss on my foot.” I stood up and hobbled a few steps away, only to be spun around with his hand on my shoulder.
“It’s the only way. Chandler peed on Monica. Well, Joey tried, but got stage fright, so Chandler had to—”
“Shut up!” I shouted, throwing up my hand to stop him from speaking. “Fuck, you have no idea how much this hurts!”
“Let me help you.” His fingers hooked in his waistband. All I needed to do was give him the okay and he’d drop his drawers, finally ridding me of the throbbing pain. If it worked. But how did one come back from being peed on?
“Let me help.”
“But it’s pee! I’m not sure I could look at you the same again.”
“Come on, think about it. Some people actually pay to be peed on. I’m offering it for free.” I shoved his shoulder, but the jerk didn’t even flinch. “And it’s to get rid of the sting.”
Another wave of flames engulfed my foot, the pain so bad I wanted to pass out. I stared deep into his eyes, gritted my teeth, and snarled, “Do it!”
I turned my head, not willing to watch James relieve himself on my foot. The warm liquid splattered on my skin just before the stench of urine infiltrated my nostrils.
“Are you done yet?” I choked down the bile in my throat. This had to be the most disgusting thing I’d ever done.
“No, hang on. Just a bit more.” The stream seemed unending. Seconds felt like minutes.
“How much pee could you possibly have in you?”
“Hey, if it wasn’t for my abundant supply, you’d be in a massive amount of pain right now.”
