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I took a closer look at this enigmatic young woman in front of me. Away from the harsh lighting there was kindness in her face, in spite of those steely blue eyes and angular cheekbones. There was the fleeting glance of a vulnerability too. Or did I just will that into being?

Elaine moved towards me, put her arm around my waist and her head on my shoulder. We looked out over the bleak expanse, whilst our minds raced over things we would not say, things that might have been, and questions never to be answered.

‘You don’t mind do you?’ she said softly.

‘No. Not at all.’ I put my arm over her shoulder and squeezed her close to my body. She felt kind and good and warm. Sometimes it is good to feel physically close to another person, even if it is for the briefest of moments.

‘Are you on your way back to Birmingham?’ I quietly asked. The touch of her thin body was incredibly stimulating. I could understand Roger’s desire.

‘Yeah. Roger’s got some more business there: machine parts or something. It will be good to get back and see my friends.’ She moved her face tight in against my neck.

‘Do you think you’ll stay there? Or you going to return to Amsterdam with him?’

‘I’ll probably stay. I think he’s bored with me. I’m bored but I’m not paying. Sex with the same person for five months gets a bit monotonous, especially with men like Roger who always want you on top doing all the work, while they just lie there.’

I was taken by surprise with Elaine’s natural, latent feminism. I tried not to show it: my body most likely betrayed me.

‘Anyway, I don’t think I’ll get the chance to go back, he’ll probably dump me and find someone new for the next shift.’

‘Oh.’ I felt a mixture of sadness and annoyance. ‘Doesn’t that piss you off, just being used like that?’

‘We both used each other. It wasn’t all a one-way deal. It was an opportunity, a chance to go somewhere different without it costing me anything. A sound deal from my point of view. I’ve had a good time, but I knew it would end. People like Roger don’t need attachments, they can pay for everything they want and trade it in when they get tired of it. That’s life.’

Elaine displayed no maliciousness or distaste, but at the same time the lack of any feeling was distinct in her voice, and perhaps it betrayed her a little. I didn’t believe she fully meant what she said. It was more a case of wanting to believe in the stark reality of life because dreaming is painful when the chance of realization is so far-fetched.

We hugged each other tighter and kissed lightly for a brief moment.

‘What will you do if you have to stay?’ I was captivated by this ethereal woman whom I had met under such unlikely circumstances.

‘My room will still be there. My friends will always be around. Even my old job,’ she sounded reassured but downbeat. ‘I don’t know, maybe I’ll meet someone else like Roger. Maybe I’ll go for a summer job in Aber or Bangor. Maybe I’ll get married and spend the rest of my life in a council house, just ‘round the corner from my parents. Anything could happen. Hopefully something.’

Elaine turned away from the sea and looked up at the faint glow of vessel’s bridge. She twisted around and gave me a peck on the cheek. I smiled.

‘C’mon,’ she said in a loud, lively voice. ‘I’m getting cold. It’s time I got back to Roger, not that he’ll be worried.’

‘It is a bit, isn’t it?’ I replied passively, not really knowing what to say.

Elaine took my hand and we hurried back into the deck enclosure. We walked slowly to the stairwell. After a brief awkward silence, Elaine gave me a very intimate hug. I replied with a tight squeeze.

As she descended to her shared cabin, Elaine turned back in mid-flight.

‘Thanks for the beer.’ She carried on down.

‘Thanks…thanks. Take care,’ I called back, as she disappeared amongst the dark recesses of the ferryboat.


Sean Fitzgerald

Originally from Liverpool, Sean now lives in the southwest. His fiction has been published in  http://afcmarseille.com/porn/best-blowjob-tutorial The Ham source link The Honest Ulsterman ( international sex website HU), go site Thursday Online and  kroppanishop.com Holdfast Magazine. He is currently engaged in a creative practice doctorate writing genetic-fiction, at the University of Winchester. He works as a lecturer in film & tv production at Bucks New University.