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Our dinner was light and we were hungrier and wanted more. I fished around in my bag and came up with my purple medicine bag – the medicine inside was fun size candy bars. I found a Snickers and tossed it to Michael. His face lit up like a little kid. He didn’t wait for my help; he tore the wrapper off with his teeth. I didn’t tell him that I thought it looked well practiced.

We were starting to put the lounge chairs end to end when I stopped and said, “Let’s try something to test the connect and to make the catch more interesting.”

Michael said, “I’m game.”

I fished inside my sundries bag again and came out with some dental floss. Explaining the idea to Michael was easy enough.

“The dental floss is for tying to our toes which I think would enable us to separate a bit, if we could still feel the connection through the floss, and improve the distance for the catch. It’s just a test; we’ll only be a few feet away from each other. What d’ya think; could we give it a try?”

There was about 15 feet of floss available, perfect. Michael was already wrapping one end of the floss around a big toe. The other end he started to hand to me but instead got down on his knees and wrapped the other end of the floss around one of my big toes. A single look signaled the release of our pinkies. We dropped our hand connection standing a few feet apart and we waited for whatever discomfort would come our way but nothing happened. Our connection was strong; ‘oh wow’, the floss thing worked.

Our lounge chairs were now as far apart as they possibly could be. My chair was up against one wall of the balcony and Michael’s was against the opposite wall. The connection was strong through the dental floss which allowed us a certain amount of mobility. The sense of freedom was exhilarating for both of us.

The catch took on a new face as Michael learned how to have a real catch. With that distance we could work up a greater amount of velocity. Until he felt comfortable with peppering an object to me as fast as he could throw it, I knew he didn’t have a chance. So I modeled for him how to really enjoy the catch by giving it everything you have, by not holding back, by not being afraid to hurt the other catcher.

For Michael’s benefit, I said, “Let’s warm up before we start the actual catch. We both need to adjust our aim and speed to the new expanse.”

We tested the distance and found it to be just perfect. The catch started for real. Within a minute we were laughing – never letting up on the strength of our pitches. That was the time when most folks failed at the game. They couldn’t keep up the velocity while in fits of laughter. That was my strong suit.

Michael was the best competition, he didn’t catch and hold the object like many do to slow things down; he got rid of it immediately after catching it. He also had great reflexes which were evident the number of times he saved my butt by stretching to catch my wild throws. Of course, I did the same for him. We impressed each other as well as ourselves with the strength and accuracy of our pitches.

We worked up a sweat and got better and better at the catch. Michael started changing the rules to create a greater challenge.

“Ok, we can only catch with our left hand.” And another time when he said, “only side arm throws from now on.”

I just agreed to whatever change he wanted to make; I was always confident about the catch and adjusted my attitude to accommodate for his shenanigans. It was close to 11:30 when we finally ended the game

“Would you say it was a tie then?”

Michael wanted to make sure we were on the same page. He was keeping score. I just smiled and got up, grabbed my sundries bag, and headed for the bathroom. Michael would have to follow me but didn’t have to be right on top of me like before. He did follow but he wasn’t taking any chances with the disconnect and if I hadn’t stopped him, he would have followed me right into the bathroom.

“We have the big toe connection; I don’t think you need to come in.” I told him as he wasn’t stopping at the door.

“I still think that we should do what we can together,” he said and I didn’t argue.

“Ok,” I said, “Come in when you hear the toilet flush.”

As usual I did my business quickly but I washed my hands before I flushed the toilet so that Michael would wait just a bit more, I was sure that he could handle a bit more time because we still had a connection through the flossed toe.

When Michael heard the toilet flush and came into the bathroom he was trying to be nonchalant but his eyes betrayed him. I could feel the connection just fine but Michael was out of balance – didn’t know how that could have happened. I turned and wrapped my arms around him to give him more comfort with the stronger connection. Once he had established his position with his arms holding me close and very still. We stood like statues for a full minute.

We finished our personal ministrations and I waited on the other side of the door – our toe floss still connected.

Michael finished and when I heard the toilet flush, I opened the door and moved in. Michael was washing his hands; I stood behind him and put my arms around his waist. It wasn’t urgent but the need was still there and I knew he wouldn’t mind; he still had a need to please me. He turned so that he could participate in the hug.

He put both hands on my face and kissed me on the top of my head.

“This feels good to me. Standing here in your arms feeling you kiss my head feels right, perfect especially when I’m feeling confused in general. I’m afraid of it and I’m afraid to lose it.” When I said that, Michael pulled me tighter to him.

“We’ve had quite a day. Maybe we should sleep; I’m pretty tired.”

Michael was being practical. I could feel him searching for my pinkie to hook up so I hooked my hands together around him to make it impossible for him to get a hold of my fingers. I wanted a few more minutes. He laughed but held me until I was ready and found his pinkie.

There was so much to talk about but I was extremely tired so I just moved to the balcony with Michael and crawled into my make shift bed. I was asleep in less than a minute.

Again, with the erotic dreams throughout the night; I was a bit off when I woke in the morning. The odd thing was that I didn’t wake up on my own cot. When I woke, I was wrapped in Michael’s arms on his chair and had no recollection of how I got there.