Tell her to stop

"A-lexis, p-please stop, this isn't r-right." I stutter out, my parched throat in pain from the few words it allowed to escape.

She looks at me with saddened eyes, then quickly pops her hand out of my shorts, and hops to her feet, acting as though that moment never happened, and tosses me a small, half empty canteen of water.

She turns around, facing the red-orange sunset on the ocean, her hair blowing with the wind. "John?" She asks politely, "Please forget about that, I just couldn't resist this moment, you always dismiss my advances, and this was just too easy to pass up."

As I sit up, my vision falters, but quickly returns to normal. I down what's left of the canteen in one gulp, which makes me feel much better. "Don't worry about it, Alexis, I know you've always had a thing for me."

"Thanks, John." Alexis says quietly, almost sounding like she's suppressing tears.

I suddenly snap to the realization of the situation we are in. Where is Trisha? Where is my beautiful wife?

"Alexis! Alexis, where's Trisha?" I ask her, frantically looking in all directions, hoping to see her running toward us. Alexis turns back to me.

"John, calm down, that head wound could be serious." She says worryingly "I'm sure she'll show up soon." Just as those words leave her mouth, I can hear a faint voice in the distance, barely discernible from the sounds of the ocean and the seagulls above.

"John, Alexis, where are you!" The voice yells desperately.

There is no mistaking it, that voice definitely belongs to Trisha. I Jump to my feet, and just as I am about to yell back to her, my vision goes black, and my body goes limp. As I fall to the ground, I feel weightless for a few moments, waiting for the embrace of the cool, damp sand.