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He
finally had a name.  He was Micah.
    ~***~
    He had a lot of interesting stuff out
there in his junkyard.  I found rusty spoons, knives, and forks, previously
waterlogged books, and a couple of old life jackets. Also a machete and a
smaller fileting knife—I thought those would be very useful. I was amused to
see he had a collection of fishing lures.  Poor guy probably didn’t even know
what they were. Empty bottles of various colors littered the sand. Amongst them
was the horn of an old Victrola record player.
     I wondered how he managed to stay clean
shaven.  Now I knew.  I found a broken mirror propped up against a palm tree,
and a box of shaving implements.
     The contents of the wooden box were
amusing. Represented within it was at least a hundred years of shaving; it was
like a shaving museum.  There were antique razors like my grandfather used to have;
the kind where you unscrew the bottom and the top flips open for a double edged
razor blade. I also found three salt-encrusted electric Norelcos from various
decades, and several dozen unopened packages of Bic disposables.  Now where in
the hell had those come from? And who taught him how to shave?  In any
case, finding the razors was a boon to me.  Now I could shave my own legs and
underarms.
     I also found a broken comb and a man’s
hair brush made out of tortoise shell. Sadly, I didn’t find any soap or
shampoo. For a while there, as I snooped through his stuff, I thought I was
going to be able to have my cake and eat it too.
    A wicker sewing basket half buried in
the sand caught my attention. It was full of old ivory and bone buttons of
various sizes.  At least a dozen old-fashioned wooden spools of various colors
of thread were tossed around inside. I also found some very rusty needles. I
could use them if I had to.
    I was ecstatic to find an old trunk full
of clothing.  I pulled out a beautiful blue length of fabric printed with
hibiscus flowers—a sarong!  I chortled with glee and did a happy dance in the
sand.  Micah jumped down off the deck, took my hands, and danced with me.  I
threw my arms around his neck, and hugged him hard before I wrapped the sarong
around me.
    Micah was an adorable man.  There was no
pretense in him at all.  He was completely without guile, no head games, no how-fast-can-I-get-her-out-of-her-clothes-then-dump-her bullshit.  Any man who looked like him back on Tiago was conceited as hell.
Not Micah. He wanted nothing from me but my company. He was the sweetest thing,
and a welcome breath of fresh air to me. I’d seen enough of the dating game
meat grinder back on Tiago.
    He must’ve enjoyed my kisses on the
beach.  He kept stepping in front of me, and staring at my mouth.   I gave him
a couple more, but nothing too wicked.
     It had truly been a wonderful day.  I
decided I had a surprise for him later. I was going to take a peek into
Pandora’s Box.
    ~***~
    I sat next to him under the arbor as the
sun disappeared on the horizon and a bright silver moon took over the sky. I
could hear the surf pounding on the beach, a few birds continued to chirp in
the palms.  On a night like this back on Tiago, I might have gone to the beach
alone with a piña colada to collect my thoughts. 
     I was so glad I wasn’t alone.  Micah
had quickly become my anchor in a world gone mad. Knowing his name completed
things for me. He was mine now.  
    I wanted him badly, but I thought I
better start small.  What would sex seem like to someone who didn’t know a
thing about it?  I didn’t want to freak him out. 
    The night was black; the moonlight gave
luster to outline but not detail.
    I took the sarong off and moved to sit
between his legs.  He allowed me to do so. He grunted a little, a question.  I
pulled his arms around me and cuddled up against his chest. He was warm; he had
a musky male scent, and I inhaled him deeply into my nostrils. 
    I turned a little in his arms and began
to run my hands over his chest and