In one wave, together laying there in the dark, slight waves of water lapping the boat, the pain of our orgasm. I feel my senses return, and still dark. The inability of my eyes to take anything in, accentuating the smells and sounds. I am wet, so wet, and the earthy smell of our sex, my sex. The smell of fish and wood, and old wine. The water and the night, the old boat and the trees. We made so much noise! Noisy sex. Our cries had to have been heard for miles around, by everyone on this silent lake. I realize this as I come to my senses. What...