4
I had on the generic scrubs and held my arms up in defeat. Edward motioned for me to sit down and he sat in a chair across from me. He launched right into his 'enlighten Bella' plan and began explaining the need for the attire.
"Bella, people who come here are usually wealthy. They wear certain clothing to display their prominence and feel above others. If we insist everyone dress alike there is no class structure. Everyone views each other as equals."
"Don't you think the fees kind of dispel that notion? I mean, if you can come here you have money, right?"
"It broadens their insight," he tried to tell me and I laughed loudly.
"Why are you no longer a Priest?" I asked him outright to cut through the bull. I assumed he would lie, I would if I were him.
"I had an issue with the celibacy," he said truthfully.
Damn, I would have never admitted that. I nodded and felt rude for putting him on the spot. I was drowning in the big guru suit and wondered if it wasn't just a way to make rich women feel skinny. I raised my eyebrows and said, "Now what, Father?"
"Don't call me father," he said with a smile.
"Okay, daddy," I teased.
He groaned and stood to lead me from the room. I had a wild hair and decided to jump onto his back. He grabbed hold of my legs and continued out of the bungalow without a care in the world. "Where are we going?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"To make a sacrifice to the gods," he joked. "I'm tossing you into a volcano."
"You can't, I'm not a virgin," I admitted.
"It's a twenty-first century volcano," he said and I laughed very loudly. He was quick witted and I found it very sexy.
He headed down a thin trail and walked about fifty yards before putting me back onto my feet. We were beginning to climb and I knew my added weight would be too much for him. I followed behind until we came to a steep cliff. He stopped and leaned against the railing and looked down at the raging sea below.
"See how angry the ocean seems from here?" he asked.
I felt weak in the knees as I looked down the sheer rock face. I quickly backed up and he remained against the railing. "We are like the ocean, moving peacefully until something impedes our path. Then we rage against it, taking time to slowly change the thing in our path, or we simply go around it and continue on."
"No, no, no," I said and shook my finger at him. "This isn't some life metaphor. The ocean has land under it at all times and only the depth changes. There is no raging going on, the depth changed and the water has no free will to react."
"If it did, would it react differently?" he asked.
"Why don't I push you in and you can ask it?" I laughed.
I noticed how he held a bit tighter to the railing, unsure just how mentally unstable I was. I headed back up the trail to see where it led to and said, "I don't buy any of this surreal bullshit. We work hard for our money, we try to find people we connect with, and after all the crap is over and done with, we die."
"You seem too young to be so cynical," he said as he followed.
"Yeah, I don't have a clue what I'm saying," I admitted. "I'm twenty- five and feel so young and so old at the same time."
"Do you believe in God?" he asked.
"Sometimes, if the orgasm is good enough," I teased.
"Do you believe in a higher power that knows all?" he asked further.
"In my world, I'm the higher power. My students think I know it all."
I stopped walking and turned to face him. We were both sweating in the humid heat and his wet hair was slicked back out of his eyes. He was so pretty and his serene face pulled you in. "You are a beautiful man," I said aloud, when I meant to say it to myself.
He blushed a bit and looked away as he smiled. "We better head back," he suggested.
"No way," I said and turned back to keep climbing. "This is a life metaphor. Are we courageous enough to see where the path leads? Or do we turn back out of fear?"
"I know where it leads and the climb is going to get steeper," he said but continued following me.
It was over an hour before we came to the end of the trail. You could see the entire island and it took my breath away with its beauty. Edward seemed almost overwhelmed by the view and his eyes grew wet as he turned all the way around in awe.
"I thought you've been here?" I asked him.
He shook his head without speaking and continued looking around in amazement. The wind was blowing and I closed my eyes and let it cool my sweaty body. Edward sat down as he continued looking at the ocean so I sat down next to him.
"You should bring your patients up here," I said.
"Patients?" he laughed, "You are not patients."
"I meant parishioners," I said with embarrassment.
"How can you look at this and not know there is a God," he said in wonder.
"I never said I don't think there is a God."
He looked at me and smiled, making me nervous by his beauty. Most religious men were not gorgeous and it threw me a bit. "I've been disappointed by your kind," I said truthfully, "Priest molesting boys, pastors having affairs, ministers hiding gay lovers. I believe in God, I just don't believe in you."
"You only hear about the anomalies, not the ones who give their lives to serving God," he offered.
"So tell me about your downfall."
I wasn't sure he would tell me the story but it was worth the effort to ask. We were at the top of the world, or at least our tiny portion of the world, and there was just him and I to hear his words. He took a deep breath and began.
"I was an only child and my mother decided my vocation for me. She told me as a small child I was going to be a Priest. Every decision of my life was centered on that one absolute."
"Wow, she must have freaked when you did the nasty," I said, and watched his eyes close in pain. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"I saw other men fall time and time again, but I couldn't cover it up. I met a woman and I fell in love, so I left the Priesthood."
"What happened to the girl?"
"She loved me because I was a priest," he said sadly, "Forbidden love and all that."
"Seriously?" I asked in shock, and he nodded in agreement.
"Wow, I've never considered a collar a turn on," I admitted.
"I didn't want to live without love, so I changed denominations," he said and I could tell it was something coming from his heart. I never had to make a choice for love, I usually thought only about sex and not about falling in love with someone.
"You were right," I admitted, far from any listening ears to hear my confession to the priest. "My parents are divorced and I don't feel like I deserve a real relationship."
"You do," he said softly and I had to swallow deeply.
"It's the view talking," I said and set my chin on my knee as I looked over the site.
"Tell me about yourself," he said and I sighed.
I never summed up my life before, and wasn't sure where to start. Did he want to know what was going on now or what I was like as a kid? I was trying to find a starting spot when he interrupted me. "What brought you here?"
"My friend Rosalie brought me and Alice. Her husband died and she needed…."
"To heal?" he said for me.
"No," I laughed, "More like celebrate."
"He was a hundred and six or something like that," I said and his eyes widened. "Rose is terrified of being poor so she did what she needed to do to make sure it didn't happen."
"Most people study hard and get a lot of education," he said and I just shrugged.
"Alice is trying to figure out how to be a grown up. Her parents are convinced she is only twelve and keep her on a short leash. This is her attempt at asserting her independence. She wants to assert it on Jasper."
"Really?" he laughed.
"Yeah, but I don't think the brain of the place would work with the vapidness of Alice. Just like Emmett's youth is not a good match for Rose, but she wants him anyway."
"And the cynical Bella is on top of a mountain with the Pastor," he pointed out and I looked away from his amusing eyes.
"This place is whack," I said softly.
"Naw, this place is paradise," he said adamantly.
We sat there in silence as the sun began to set. The sight was beautiful, but the thought of walking the trail in the dark dawned on us both. We headed back down the mountain at a faster pace, trying to beat the setting sun.
We came to a thick rock wall and the trail ended. "Crap," Edward said, choosing that word over shit. "We must have gotten off the right trail."
"I was following you," I explained, so I wasn't blamed for our deaths.
He began walking back the way we came and finally asked if I had a phone. "I would have called for help if I did," I told him.
"I just want to use the light to see," he explained and I patted my pockets to show they were empty.
He leaned over to see the trail better and I held onto his tunic tightly so I wouldn't lose sight of him, and so he wouldn't fall from a cliff.
We ended up deeper into the island instead of closer to the coast and decided to stop walking and wait to be saved. The weather wasn't going to be cold but the darkness of the island scared me a bit. We sat against a fallen tree and I moved close to Edward.
"Are there any wild animals out here?" I asked.
"You should be fine," he whispered. "I can offer last rites, if anything happens."
"Yeah right, you chose sex over God, I'm not trusting my soul to you," I said and held his arm tightly. I expected him to be offended but he laughed and it made me smile. "Maybe we should do it one last time before we die," I teased him.
"You are going to be the death of me," he said, with a strained voice.
"But what a way to go," I said and he leaned his head on mine.
"Go to sleep, Bella, before you tempt a man of God."
I yawned and let my body lean completely against his. "If I die in my sleep, I'm going to be so pissed."
"Me too," he admitted, "Me too."
5
I woke up as the sun began to rise, giving a smoky illusion over the island. My legs were so sore and I let them fall flat as my knees ached. Edward raised both of his arms to stretch and I automatically reached out to tickle him. He pulled his arms back down and looked at me with his bottom lip sticking out a bit, making me laugh.
"We lived," I announced.
He stood and looked around before saying, "Stay here."
"Where are you going?" I asked, thinking he was leaving me.
"To use the restroom," he said and walked deeper into the jungle. I could use my own personal bush so I headed in the other direction. I didn't have any toilet paper and was forced to use a leaf. I made my way back to Edward and wanted nothing more than a hot bath.
"I'm hungry," he said.
"I've been starving since I got here, so get in line."
"I think we can find the right trail with the light," he said and we began walking again.
He was right and we made it back to the resort just as the fruit hit my intestines. I was running the last few yards and burst into my bungalow and ran for the bathroom where I stayed for a good hour. I used a toilet, God's greatest invention. Then I used the shower, and then I used the bathtub, but something was happening to a very private area of my body.
It started as a weird numbing and moved into an all out stinging. I itched…badly….worse than a yeast infection. I put on some fresh clothing and rushed to see Carlisle, rubbing my legs together as often as possible on the way.
"You have to help me," I cried, as I entered his office.
"Is your ankle bothering you?" he asked and looked down at my twisted legs.
"No, higher," I cried.
"Your knee?"
"Higher, my…." I leaned in and whispered so nobody could possibly hear, "My snatch."
"I'm sorry, your what?" he asked in confusion.
I pointed adamantly at the spot and he smiled and nodded in understanding. "I see," he said, and there was nothing showing so he was a liar too. "Have you had sex recently?"
"No," I said, unhappy about his inference. "I used a leaf…after I peed."
It was supposed to be easy to talk to a medical doctor, but I knew they were men first and doctors second, so it wasn't as easy as it should have been.
"Could it have been poison ivy?" he asked.
"I don't know, It was easy to reach, so I used it," I explained.
"I'm afraid you'll have to let me look at it," he said, and I happily jumped onto the examination table. I was desperate for the burning to stop.
He applied something cold that helped and then handed me a tube of cream and a pill to take. "The salt in the ocean will help, so skip the program today and spend it at the beach."
I finally did something right. It was worth the "blister on the sister" to get out of playing commune today. I put on one of my swim suits and headed to the beach. Things like hunger no longer bothered me. I was thinking of one thing….my thing.
I was sitting on the sand with the surf up to my waist when Edward found me. "Did you eat?" he called out.
"No, go get me a cinnamon roll," I called back to him.
"I can get you a protein bar," he offered, and I shook my head in agreement.
Maybe if I itched the blisters constantly, they would have to send me home due to infection, or for disturbing the other guests. I was willing to be the perverted girl for a chance to get the hell out of here.
Edward returned and handed me a bar that looked like it had been rolled in bird seed. I took a bite and almost gagged.
"It is healthy, but not very tasty."
"You should have warned me," I said as I spit the seeds out of my mouth.
"Eat it, you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday," he pointed out.
I didn't tell him that all left my system in a steady stream of liquid. It was gross enough to admit I had a poisonous puss.
"I need real food Edward, I'm serious. I want bread, white bread, non enriched with bleached flour, preferably covered in butter and sugar."
"I'll see what I can do," he said and left again. I swore my allegiance to his God if he returned with a cookie, luckily he returned with just a dinner roll.
I ate it greedily and didn't offer to share it once. He finally sat next to me and asked, "What are you doing out here?"
"You gave me an STD," I informed him.
"I did?" he laughed, "Wow, I'm good. I never laid a hand on you."
"You took me to infected lands, it was the same as screwing me over and you know it."
"Do you care to explain?" he asked.
I looked at his body sitting next to me and noticed something for the first time. He didn't have on underwear under his white cotton guru pants. The water was causing the loose material to cling to his body, outlining his holy essence.
I quickly looked away and wanted to change the subject quickly. "This water is warm," I blurted out.
"It is nice here year round," he said looking into the ocean.
I glanced down, just to make sure I had seen what I thought I had. Okay, to take another look. This time he looked down too. He quickly pulled his tunic down to cover himself and I pretended to be looking at my own leg.
"I have a bought of poison ivy," I finally admitted.
"I didn't get anything," he said stupidly.
"Guys just shake and bake when they pee," I said, in hope he would understand.
He thought for a moment and then smiled as he asked, "You used ivy?"
"No, I was raped by a wood nymph," I said, and looked away so I couldn't see his laughter.
"Carlisle suggested the salt water?" he asked, and I only nodded.
He stood and I thought he was leaving so his religious brain wouldn't imagine my wounded womb. Instead he said, "You can't sit in the water all day, you'll be sunburned. Go back to your bungalow and I'll get you some movies and some food to make it through the day."
"Real food?" I asked.
"How about shrimp scampi?" he offered.
"I'd be a devoted follower," I admitted truthfully.
He laughed and walked off in the opposite direction. I was trying to itch as I walked, making me appear handicapped, but I didn't care. I got inside the bungalow and scratched with vigor before changing and applying more cream.
I got into my bed with only a shirt on and waited for Edward to make good on his promise. He came almost an hour later, just as I was losing faith in him. He had a tray filled with food and several DVD's to choose from.
I saw a salad and gave him the stink eye, so he raised the top and showed me the shrimp scampi he promised. I grabbed a piece and ate quickly as the juice ran down my finger. He smiled and raised a second lid to show a small bowl of chocolate pudding. "Oh my God," I cried out. "I absolutely love you."
I stuck my finger in the goodness and licked it, sucking every bit of the chocolate into my mouth.
"I can do better," he grinned, and I wanted to cry. He pulled out a Hershey bar from his pocket and I would have seriously had sex with him, blistered sister and all.
Alice and Rose came into the room and saw Edward and both gave us a knowing smile. I felt protective of my man of the cloth and quickly spoke up. "Edward and I got lost in the jungle and my cooter got poisoned."
The worst thing about being an obsessive liar is when you finally tell the truth nobody believes you. Rose straightened her shoulders and said, "If you're messing around with him, I'm messing around with Emmett."
"Me, too," Alice chimed in.
"Emmett would break you in two. He can only mess around with Rose's ample ass," I said and Alice leaned her head in confusion as Rose tried to look at her own butt.
Edward broke into laughter and I smiled up at him. He got my cynicism and it made me happy. He finally stepped away from my bed and said, "Bella has poison ivy and we did not mess around."
Rose gave me a sad look of regret, and then looked at Edward. "Did you really get lost in the jungle?"
"Yes, not really lost, but it became dark and we couldn't find the right trail. We made it home this morning."
"I was given a free pass today," I informed them. "The doctor gave me permission."
Edward left and Rose and Alice came over to see the food I was eating. They hurried off to lunch to see if they were going to be offered the same. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was a special meal just for me. I looked at the DVD's and laughed when I saw they were all in Portuguese.
I ate my food, applied more cream, and fell asleep in my bed to the soft jungle sounds around me. I felt someone touch my face softly and I opened my eyes to see Edward looking down at me. I rolled over to make sure I was totally covered by the sheet.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like a whore without penicillin," I said, and sat against the headboard.
"Anything you need?"
"Yeah, do you speak Portuguese?" I asked, and nodded to the DVD's.
"Yes, I do," he said and took one of the movies and put it in the machine. He then crawled up on my bed next to me and turned up the sound. A man came on the screen and said something as Edward interpreted. "I am a sexy man and I need a real woman."
A dog ran up to the man and Edward said, "You are not a real woman, you are a dog, go away."
I pushed his shoulder and laughed, "You lied. I can't believe you're a semi priest and you lied."
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, I was the biggest liar around, but it was expected with me.
"I'm from Chicago," he admitted. "I don't speak Portuguese."
I turned to face him fully and asked, "Who brought you here? You said a rich lady or something?"
"A woman in my congregation brought me here when I was dealing with some personal issues. I found a lot of help here with Esme's program and I stayed."
"A woman… like a lover?" I asked.
"No, she felt she was…" He shook his head and smiled a little like he was embarrassed to continue.
"What?" I asked, totally curious now.
"She thought she was possessed," he said softly.
"By a devil?" I asked in shock.
"She was a sex addict, there was no devil to it," he said adamantly.
I began to laugh and would have laughed even harder if I wasn't going easy on my places that jiggled. I could picture it all, an older woman who wanted the preacher so she rushed him off to an island and blamed it on a demon. I guess he was pretty enough to catch satan's attention, but the fact he fell for it made me laugh all over again.
"I want my candy bar back," he said, holding out his hand.
"No way, I ate that long ago. Was it really yours?" I asked him.
He acted funny, like he had gone to a lot of trouble to get me some chocolate and it meant something. The room was filled with tension and when he nodded I leaned over and kissed his cheek gratefully. He looked up at me and smiled, causing me to cry out in pain from the reaction of my poor blistered region.
I grabbed my crotch in agony and he stood and headed to the door. "That will teach you to try and seduce a Pastor."
"You're evil," I yelled after him, and when he was gone I raised my t-shirt to offer my itchy blisters some fresh air.
6
I spent the next few hours alone in my agony. I could hear music and the sound of people laughing, but I had no desire to join them. I took another bath and reapplied the cream before Rose and Alice returned again.
This time Emmett was with them. I watched Rose in action as she complimented his muscles and ran her fingernails down his arm. He was eating it up and I would be willing to bet they would end up in bed before the end of the first week. Alice seemed to be having a harder time with Jasper.
She was so desperate she was actually trying to learn French so she could join one of his afternoon classes. Jasper seemed like the kind who would keep the rules so I knew she had a fight on her hands.
"Bella there is a live band tonight," Rose said, and shook her ass when she said it. "I hope you feel well enough to come dancing."
This day could not get any worse. I was going to miss the only night of fun just because I needed to pee in the jungle. I had to come up with some way to make sure I could go. I decided to check with Carlisle. I put on a dress without any panties and headed to the infirmary.
Carlisle smiled when I walked in. "You look better," he observed.
"I'm ready to attack my labia with a fork so don't let looks fool you," I informed him. "I need numbing medicine so I can attend the dance tonight."
"I can give you some Desitin lotion, but that is it," he offered.
"What is Desitin?" I asked.
"It is a thick cream used for diaper rash."
Great, I was going to attend a dance, hopefully with a man of the cloth, slathered in diaper rash medication. I was really beginning to hate this island. I took the offered cream and headed back to the room. I bathed once again, applied the sticky cream and put of fresh panties which immediately stuck to the lotion.
I left my long dark hair down and put on a sexy sleeveless dress. I no longer wanted a flower for my hair, because it would most likely cause me to go bald. I applied my makeup and headed to the pre dance reception dinner. Finally, finally, there was decent food. I loaded up my plate with lobster and crab legs and stood against a pillar to eat. Edward walked up, looking extra gorgeous and offered me a seat at his table.
"Sorry, I'm not sitting at all tonight," I explained.
"Oh that's right," he chuckled.
"If you were a real gentleman you would stand the entire time with me," I said, hoping he didn't realize I was begging for his company.
"I'll do you one better," he said and reached out to take my plate. "I'll feed you."
He offered me a bite from my plate and I took it with a smile. I realize there is nothing wrong with my hands, but if he wanted to feed me seafood, I was game.
The band began to play rich salsa music so I raised my hands over my head and began moving my body with the beat of the music. Edward looked me up and down, which was quite brazen for a man of his stature.
"I used to be a dancer," I lied.
"It shows," he smiled.
A woman approached him and took hold of his arm. She leaned her large chest into him and said, "Come dance with me, Pastor Edward."
I was appalled at how forward she was when he was obviously dancing with me, not actually dancing, but watching me dance. "Excuse me," I said and pulled on his other arm.
Poor Edward looked mortified that two women would physically fight over him. He pulled away from both of us and turned to the older, less attractive woman. "I'm sorry but I was offering Ms. Swan some counsel. I'll be happy to dance with your later."
He lied! And it made my blisters itch!
He took my arm and led me from the building into the fresh air along the beach. It was dark, which pleased me. Not because he wouldn't be able to tell how attracted to him I was, but because I could scratch without his knowledge.
We walked for several moments before he offered me more food. I took it willingly and he chuckled nervously. "I'm not going to try anything," I promised him.
We took a few more steps and he suddenly asked, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why aren't you going to try anything?"
Nothing like putting me on the spot! He was way beyond my comfort zone. I didn't feel like conquering the entire religious establishment, when I had so little religious training of my own. I remembered one story and quickly added my interpretation. "Remember the guy with the long hair, the Fabio of the Bible?"
"I don't recall a Fabio," he laughed.
"No, you know the guy who couldn't cut his hair?"
"Ah yes, Samson."
"Yeah, Sammy. I think he didn't want to be the hero."
Edward stopped walking and turned to face me, obviously feeling the need to hear me out as if this was going to be good.
"Okay, he's hot for this chick that betrays him over and over again, yet he still tells her the secret to his strength, no guy is that dumb," I said with conviction. "He didn't want to be the hero, so he left it in her hands to make the decision for him."
I smiled widely at Edward but he didn't return my smile. He stared at me as if his mind was trying to figure something out. I took advantage of his trance to rub my legs together to sooth my diaper area.
"He ends up being the hero anyway," Edward said to me. I think it was to me; maybe he was simply pointing it out to himself.
"Because he doesn't have a choice," I explained. "He is the hero, period."
"So we can't change the paths of our lives?" he asked.
"Sure we can, but we still end up being what we are meant to be. Look at you, you wanted to be a preacher, but you chose differently and still ended up being the preacher."
We began walking again and he looked up at the stars before asking, "And what is Bella Swan destined to be?"
I sighed loudly and he turned to look at me. "I'm the philosopher," I answered, because it sounded better than saying I was a predetermined liar.
He led us over to a large group of rocks and we sat in the cool sand with our backs against the boulders. I managed to refrain from rubbing sand harshly on my panties, but the thought did cross my mind. We sat silently and watched Emmett and Rose walk by without knowing we were close by. They stopped with their feet in the surf and kissed romantically.
"He's so going to be fired," I observed.
"Esme adores him," Edward said, telling me Emmett could do pretty much what he wanted.
"What's with Jasper? Is he not feeling Alice?"
"Jasper will love a girl for her mind, not her looks," he informed me and I groaned, knowing Alice didn't stand a chance.
We were quiet again until Edward said, "Well at least you don't have to do anything for a week or two."
"Why?" I asked stupidly.
"Because of the poison ivy."
I actually gasped out loud and jumped up to face him. "What? A week or two, are you serious?"
"I thought you didn't want to participate?" he asked in surprise.
"I didn't, but I had other things I wanted to participate in. You have no idea how awful this is. I want to hump that rock just for relief."
"You would just end up with crabs," he laughed, so I kicked sand at him. He stood and brushed off his pants before giving me a toss of his head and heading in a different direction. I followed behind and he led me to some open hot springs.
"You might find this helpful for the itching," he said and splashed some of the warm water at me.
I wanted to try to hot water so badly, but my dress was strapless and I didn't have on a bra to cover as a swimsuit. I stuck my toe in and then looked at Edward with sadness. "I don't have a swimsuit."
"You can swim in your underwear," he offered.
"I only have half a swimsuit," I admitted, and wondered if I should let the good father see my bare chest since he had seen half of it already.
He took off his button down shirt and pulled off his t-shirt and handed it to me. I pulled it over my head and then lowered my dress over my hips. I walked into the water and sighed as the heat burned in all the right places. Edward took off his pants and I was happy to see he was wearing boxers.
We stood awkwardly in the middle of the spring and then he reached out slowly and placed his hand on my waist. I looked at him in surprise. I think he was getting frisky with me, in a romantic way. Did he really think I would let him scratch my itch? I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him right in the eyes.
"What's going on, Father?"
"Don't call me that," he repeated.
"Are you here because you've been assigned to me?" I asked outright, because dang, he was devoted if he was.
"I don't want to be the hero," he said, and I noticed a hint of sadness in his sexy eyes.
"And you're leaving the decision in my hands?" I asked with raised eyebrows.
He smiled and the moon glistened off his teeth. He may have answered but I didn't hear it if he did. I was mesmerized by his gorgeous mouth and licked my own lips as I stared like a starving woman. "Are you going to kiss me?" he asked quietly.
"No," I lied and lowered my mouth to his. I kissed him softly, as if my mouth was covered in blisters. He responded and kissed me back, but never escalated it into anything more. I kept my feet securely planted on the bottom of the pond in case they wrapped around him and turned his body into an scratching post.
The noise of people approaching made us fly apart and scamper to opposite ends of the spring. I could make out Alice's high pitched voice but it was Rose and Emmett who came into view first. "Bella, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm studying the dead sea scrolls," I said, and only Edward laughed.
She pulled off her dress, exposing a corset, and jumped into the water. Alice was standing by Jasper and I could tell she was terrified to expose her saggy boobs. I finally saved her by saying, "Hey, Jasper, give Alice your shirt. She's not a whore like Rose."
"Bella," Rose yelled.
"I'm helping her out, be a sport and take on the moniker," I said with my jaw tightly clamped.
Jasper pulled off his black muscle shirt and handed it to Alice. It covered her like a dress and showed just enough boob from the side to look innocently sexy. He suddenly cared less for her IQ number and more for her cup size. The brilliant guru was just a man after all.
"Isn't this the best vacation ever?" Rose asked me with a broad smile.
"Oh yeah, I'm planning to go to Australia and get gangrene next year," I answered, and Edward put his hands around my waist and pulled me against him.
"Is it really so bad?" he whispered in my ear.
It sent goosebumps down my body and kicked up the itching tenfold. Jasper was firmly attached to Alice's mouth and I wanted to point out we were here first. But nobody paid any attention to the couple next to them, so I blocked out my roommates too.
I twisted around in Edward's arms and put my mouth to his ear and spoke with a breathy voice. "I'd pay you to stop the itching."
He laughed. I didn't want him to laugh. I wanted to him to use his healing hands and offer relief. "I think we should leave," he said, "The heat is soothing but it can dry out your skin if you stay too long."
Was he really worried about my dried up, diseased hutchie coo? Or did my proposition scare him? I looked at the other two kissing couples and made my way out of the spring. I picked up my dress and Edward took it from my hand and then took my hand in his and pulled me with him.
I wasn't sure what was going on. He was walking quickly and keeping to the darkness of the shadows as we hurried through the maze of bungalows. As soon as we got to mine he rushed in and tossed the clothes to the floor and pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately.
Oh man, I had a pastor in my room and an itch to be nasty. I was going to have to lie big time over this!