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a lot of underwear," I said as I modeled it for him. "What's the deal?"
    "I used to have a lot of guests on this boat," he said. "Underwear was often misplaced."
    I winced. "Misplaced?"
    He smiled at me. In his hands he was slowly shaping a lump of clay into something that might have been my likeness, if my parents had been Ewoks. "When you are on a boat and get lost in the moment, sometimes the sea wind sweeps by and carries your fine silk boxers out to sea. Quite a few guests lost their unmentionables that way, even after I told them it took only a moment to weigh them down." He raised his brows. "Since we are going to be in short supply of everything, I expect you to remember that tidbit."
    I cocked a hip and put my hand on it. "Seriously?" I said. "Thanks for the tip, mom."
    He didn't smile at that. Instead his face went still as he pushed and pulled at the lump of clay, his brows drawing down into a frown. "My mother wouldn't have thought twice about throwing such expensive things away," he said at last. "She wanted the world to be disposable. I recommend you not be like her."
    Touched a nerve. A deep one. "Don't worry," I said. "I once wore a pair of gym shorts as pajamas for five straight years and didn't throw them out until they literally fell apart in the wash."
    That coaxed a little smirk from him. "Oh?" he said.
    "They were like Swiss cheese."
    Putting the little lump of clay down, he leaned back on the couch and tilted his head, studying me. "I would have liked to see that," he said.
    "It was the least sexy thing in the universe," I assured him.
    "On you, anything is sexy," he said. I tried to ignore the blush that rampaged across my face at his words. "Come here, Sadie. I like to see you in my clothes."
    I swallowed and walked toward him. My bare feet sank into the plush carpet, and when I reached him I crawled onto the couch and straddled his thighs. "Yeah?" I said. "We have the same size butt. That's totally sexy."
    "It is sexy," he insisted. His hands found said butt and squeezed, massaging my ample ass cheeks, and suddenly I swear I thought my ass might actually be sexy too.
    "Oh," I murmured.
    Reaching up, Malcolm pulled me down into a kiss. His teeth nibbled at my lips, grazed over my jaw, teased my throat, and all the while his hands squeezed and kneaded, pulling me close until his cock, hard and straining, pressed into the soft hot space between my legs. He rubbed me over himself until I couldn't take it any more and pulled him off the couch. We landed on the floor with a teeth-jarring thud, and he tore his own boxers off me and fucked me as I lay beneath him in his white linen shirt, my hands holding his hips in place as he took his pleasure and gave back to me in return.
    ––––––––
    "What are you painting?"
    "The sea."
    "I hate to break it to you, but that's been done a million times before. I thought you wanted to say something totally new."
    "I'm working on it."
    "I can see that... hey, wait. That's me. That's the sea in the shape of me."
    "You can tell?"
    "I'd recognize that pear shape anywhere."
    "You are as beautiful and strong as the sea."
    "Then you're hardly saying nothing with this painting."
    "...I might still have things left to say. Let me say them first, before I can no longer speak. I thought you weren't in a hurry to silence me."
    "I thought you were ."
    "...As tumultuous as the sea, too. I cannot predict you."
    "Neither can I sometimes."
    "Kiss me, Sadie."
    "What will I get out of it?"
    "This... and... this..."
    "...Oh."
    ––––––––
    One day I tried to make waffles. It did not go well.
    "I burned the waffles," I told Malcolm when he came to investigate the smoke.
    "I see that." He stared at the blackened corpses of several failed waffles. "I could smell it, too."
    "Sorry," I said. "I'm a really lousy housewife."
    "Boatwife," he said. "You are a lousy boatwife."
    "Yeah. That."
    He ran his finger over my chin and raised a brow. "Even more of a lousy boatwife