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The Lighthouse

Date: 3/8/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

before this storm turns into a gale and I haven't got any time to waste, OK? But I need to know what I can do to help you." "I'll just get out then." She opened the door and swung a leg out into the storm. The driving rain was turning to thick snow; this was threatening to turn terrible, just as the weathermen had predicted. I grabbed her arm, up near her shoulder. "The fuck you will!" She looked at my hand on her arm with a nasty snarl, shaking her arm to get loose. "Look, Jennifer, I'm not letting you out into this shit, you'll die. This is going to be a fucking hurricane in an hour or two. I guess I'll call the police, they can come pick you up." I started fishing around in my pocket for my cell. "Don't call the police," she said quietly. "OK then, where should I take you?" She looked up at me, big brown penetrating eyes. I could swear I saw a couple of tears rolling down her cheeks although it was a little hard to tell from all the water everywhere. "Can I go to the island with you?" "That ain't a good idea." "I don't have anywhere else to go. I have money. You want money?" "No, I don't want money. What, are you crazy? You can't go out on that lake with me, that's fucking nuts!" OK, those were real tears, definitely. "Hey," I said, putting my hand on her knee, "it'll be OK, OK? Everything'll be fine. I gotta get out to Round Island to fix the light, and I'll probably be stuck out there until this storm blows over. Just getting to the island is going to be dangerous, ... staying out there is probably even worse. I definitely don't want you out there in this shit." "Please?" I swear she was starting to sob. "Alright, look, OK, you can come out there with me but tomorrow we come right back here and we figure out what to do with you, and if nothing else we call the police and let them sort it out, OK?" "You can't call..." she paused, apparently contemplating her options. "OK." I parked the truck and hauled the cooler out to the motorboat, Jennifer following behind me shrouded from the wind and rain and snow in her oilskin. I stuffed the cooler down in the boat's hold, and indicated to Jennifer that she ought to climb down there as well, and then I untied the boat and took off into the storm. On a good day it's a half-hour to Round Island from Mackinaw City, and this wasn't a good day at all and it took me at least an hour to get there, and the storm was starting to get really nasty now. But I managed to land the boat and unload the girl and the cooler and tie the boat up good and firm. Then she and I trudged our way up to the old rundown keepers' house that will be our humble abode for at least the rest of the night. "I'll get a fire going for you, but then I gotta go figure out what's wrong with the light. Once I get that going I'll get us some dinner, OK?" The girl nodded, looking a bit bewildered. "It'd be good to get your wet clothes off before you catch a cold, but I doubt there's any spare clothes in this dump. I guess the best I got is a musty ...