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Nell is…not okay, but getting there I’ there

And noe’re drunk and alone on the dock

“Don’t Drink the Water” turns into “Blackbird” and I’ Sarah McLachlan’s version or Paul McCartney’s, but it doesn’tit, and the words have never e that we’ll be okay, so She turns and looks at ht in thefor this s the last line withand set the guitar aside “I didn’t, really I just knew, because it’s always meant a lot to me, and now more than ever”

“Are we?”

“Are hat?”

She slides closer tofor this moment?”

I give a kind-of laugh “I’o with yes There’s been a lot of heavy shit in our lives And this…this latest business has been hell” I still can’t even say the word for what happened; it’s too hard “But we have to learn to be free We have to, Nell Doesn’t mean happy all the time, or okay all the time It’s okay not to be okay I told you that, but I’ okay doesn’t ”

She leans back, tilts her head to press her lips tofro it with Whiskey and Sprite? Blech But she likes it, so whatever She tastes like Nell, and that’s all that ue sweepswith this Her hand lifts to brush the back of ers trail across her belly, find the gap between her shirt and pants, touch the silky heat of her skin I tug the shirt up, and she pushes away from ht, after she’d taken a shower, so she’s not wearing a bra I like it I can sers around her taut nipple and cup the heavy weight of her breast She moans into my mouth, and I know she needs this

I do too

I kiss her, explore her mouth, relearn the curve of her hips and the swell of her brsts and the shower-damp curls of her hair She kisses , I think Shows her she’s rief

It does the same for me

Finally, she twists in place and we slide so the dock is beneath my back and she’s pillowed on top ofwith hardness She lets all her weight rest on me, cradles my face in her hands and kisses me into oblivion, and sweet Jesus, her mouth is my heaven