“Who lives here?”

“Nobody at all.”

“What country do they belong to?”

“Everyone claims them. Taiwan. Vietnam. China. Maybe others. But nobody rules them because nobody lives here. There’s no farmland, just beaches. No tourists, nothing at all. If one country decides to try to take the island from some other, they may send an army for a while. ‘Til they figure out it’s not worth the effort and leave. Now the islands are empty. I thought it might be fun to walk in the sand and enjoy the water from the land.”

“You’re right.”

She eyed his bronzed body, his muscles more well defined than they had been when he was twenty.


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The skipper made the familiar call for dropping anchor as the junk approached the island.

Holding hands the couple jumped off the junk and into the water for the swim ashore. They walked through the breakers onto the sandy beach hand in hand and walked down the seashore, the wet sand firm under their feet.

“I thought you said nobody lived here.”

“I did.”

“Well, who is that?” Ronda indicated a woman sunbathing naked on her back, her feet just covered by the gentle swell of the water when it came ashore.

“Take another look.”

The woman stood and dusted the sand off her butt and back. She turned to face them. Ronda could see that she was naked, her breasts jiggling a bit as she walked, a thick patch of pubic hair below her navel emphasized her shapely thighs. Her long legs strode purposefully and powerfully toward them.

“Angela? Angela! Jeff, how did Angela get here? And how did you know?”

Jeff looked at Ronda with an expression halfway between imploring and salacious.

“I love you. That means giving you what you really want whenever I can.”

Angela and Ronda ran toward each other and embraced. Angela reached up to Ronda’s bathing suit straps and pulled them down over her shoulders, pulled the suit over her flat muscular stomach, down her thighs to expose the thick patch of pubic hair, and down to her ankles. Ronda stepped willingly out of the suit to embrace Angela.

“How’s business?” Jeff and Angela spoke at the same time.

All three of them laughed as they returned to the anchorage hand in hand.

About the Author

A guy’s foot was coming at my head at ninety miles an hour. In a well-rehearsed move from the choreographed karate forms called katas, I instinctively raised my arm to block the kick. The guy was on the floor. “It WORKS,” I thought, amazed at what I’d done. Each kata has a story about how you’re dispatching bad guys right and left. Here comes another one! Kick!

Sensei pairs us up, one person with a padded shield, the other with bare hands. “Hammer blow,” he says. I whang the shield with my fist. “HARD” Sensei shouts. I try again. “SCREAM” he says. I try with a scream. “Relax,” he says. I tense up. “I SAID RELAX.” It doesn’t help. I try again. “Give it everything you have.” I try again with a scream to curdle blood and focus all the power of my body behind my fist to move the target holder. “That’s more like it.” “Wow,” I thought, “You really can use this karate to kick bad guy ass.”

Karate is so different from the slowly moving forms of T’ai Chi I’d been practicing ‘til then. Mostly gentle, T’ai chi is also method of combat-not being there when someone wants to hurt you-the subtle art of getting out of the way and using the attacker’s own force to your advantage. Karate, the hard form; T’ai Chi, the soft form.

Another union of hard and soft is yoga-even slower and not at all combative. When my teacher coached me in Tantra, the meditations and forms that tap the cosmic energy from the union of the male and female elements and become aware of the sexual energy all around us, everything came together.

My Secret Sex Life features a woman who keeps her vivid and experimental sexuality hidden from the world. Menage á Spies is about how a Latin American sociologist, his sister, three FBI agents who are watching them (the spies), a college student, and the two women at the center of everything come together with karate, yoga, and t’ai chi, love and lots of sex. Other stories will be coming from EC.


Fletchina welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.


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