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What does she really mean by, “I’ll take a pass”? When? Why doesn't she want to fish now?
“It's freezing. If I go in there, I'll end up freezing to death and starving,” she grumbles, taking off her shoes. “Besides, you can't see a thing!”
She's losing me. Why is she doing precisely what she doesn't intend to do?
“Just a moment.”
“What's up? Do you have a taser from beyond?”
What's she talking about?
She removes her pants, revealing her spindly yet muscular legs according to the sway of the branches. They're just as I imagined them. Perfect. To my dismay.
When the shadows part, I discover the mysterious tattoos running across her diaphanous skin, right down to the curve of her buttocks, barely concealed by her underwear.
Does she do it on purpose? Just when I decide to think about something other than lust, she baits me? Considering her innocent, unfeigned air, I have to accept that Believ is no teaser, acting as spontaneously as if I were transparent. Which, in a way, I am. Alas, my body, as it currently stands, seems determined to prove otherwise.
Indeed, the tingling that constitutes me becomes more palpable, and I feel the pulsations right down to my extremities. The heat rises in my belly, fanned by this divine vision facing me.
An unforgettable sensation returns to me. Cravings by the hundreds. How can such a phenomenon occur, when my condition should forbid it? However, I'm not dreaming... If I were to lower my gaze to my member, I'm afraid I would discover that it is, despite its vaporous state, in top form. Fortunately, the suit I'm wearing gives me the impression of not being plastered to my body... I spare myself the shame of reacting to the slightest sight of her exposed skin.
“So, do you like looking at hungry chicks?” she asks, dropping her tank top onto the pile of her clothes.
She leaves me speechless. I had thought she was completely virtuous, but I'm afraid I was totally wrong about her. I've been completely fooled! I stifle a laugh, my heart lighter. The lady has a sense of humor and isn’t a white goose. Now I'm on familiar ground. I stare at her with a teasing eye.
There's no resentment in the words she throws at me with a smirk. She's provoking me without the slightest doubt, knowing that I'm harmless because I don't have a solid body. And yet, I dream of pressing my lips against hers and discovering the curves of her body like a promised land that I might tread just once before disappearing. A last wish I'll never get.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” I say ironically, with a toothy grin.
I lose myself in her silver eyes, caught by her forbidden beauty, before realizing that she's trembling like a leaf.
“Are you all right?”
“It's freezing!” She grimaces, irresistibly, rubbing herself to give herself courage.
“Why did you take off your clothes?”
“I wasn't going to jump into the water with my clothes on!”
“Because you think you can fish better by submerging yourself? You'd scare off any fish despite your undeniable qualities...”
Did I really say those words out loud?
She stares at me, amused, if a little bemused.
“So how should I go about it?”
“With your hands?”
“You're delirious! Who could catch a fish with their bare hands?”
Is it that fanciful? Although I have no memory of it, the impression of having done it before comes to me. And even though I'm intangible, what happened in the morgue was enough to demonstrate my advantage over a mere fish.
“Don't move. I'll take care of it.”
“But...”
“That's enough of that! If you turn into an ice cube, who's going to get my body out of the abbey?
