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Liz cocks her head, half amused / half perplexed.

Liz bursts out laughing. Cliff jerks himself away from her.

Liz glances over Cliff, at the cliff edge they leapt from not that long ago.

Liz takes her eyes off his hips, and locks in on Nobody’s dark eyes. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra; it slips off her breasts and onto the ground. She loses his eye contact, but definitely keeps his attention. He resumes his walk in with more vigor. By the time the water

Nobody wades in closer, stopping when the water’s surface ripples just below his waist line. The ebb and flow of the lake allows the curls of black hairs and the base of his manhood to slip in and out of Liz’s view.

Reaching the shoreline first, Liz walks out into a grassy clearing. When she turns arounds, she sees Nobody not that far behind, swimming towards her. But he comes to a stop with the water level still chest high on him.

Turning his arms into large canoe paddle shapes, Nobody swims off after her.

With speed-accelerated slaps, Liz fires of a rapid series of splashes to his face. Before he can recover and comment further, she is already halfway to shore.

But instead of resting his eyes, Terry stares wide-eyed up at the ceiling. His toothy grin stretches out extra wide. He claps his hands, shakes his head, and laughs out loud.

Immediately repulsed by its odor, Terry cranks his nostrils away. Keeping it at arm’s length, he slices it open with one of his razor-sharp fingernails. He shakes it, and a single folded piece of paper slides out. He unfolds and examines a black and white copy of a newspaper clipping. Ignoring the text, he focuses