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20 - Morning Sickness

The early morning sun slanted across the pillow and seared into the back of Analise's eyeballs. She threw an arm over her eyes to block it. Someone was repairing a road in her head with a very, loud jack-hammer. She groaned loudly - which only made the incessant beating in her temples worse. Gingerly she sat up and swung her legs off the bed, there was only one thing for it.

There was a splash.

"HOLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY F******************K!"


Analise floated on her back, limbs spread like a starfish, eyes shut, the sun warming her naked body, the waves lapping around her. A shadow drifted across her face and her body grew cold. She opened her eyes and realised she'd drifted under the veranda. She splashed into a standing position, her toes lightly brushing the sandy bottom. There was a small boat moored under here, 'odd place to keep a boat', she thought. Footsteps sounded on the boards above her head. "Breakfast, Miss". She swum to the bottom of the ladder, then realised she was naked. "Can you leave it on the table, please", she called up, and then added, "Have you been there long?"

"Only just arrived", the waiter lied. He'd been watching Analise for a full five minutes that he'd never forget.

The swim and breakfast (same order as yesterday) improved Analise immensely, but, she wasn't feeling capable of much.

She'd planned to go to Smugglers' Bay and learn about the island's pirate and smuggling history - she'd do that this afternoon. What she really wanted now was a sauna and a massage.


Analise followed the meandering path through the flower beds towards the smaller of the two saunas. It was tucked into the corner of the hotels grounds, surrounded by bamboo. There was also an old-fashioned hot-tub outside. A squeal sounded behind Analise and a young woman, dressed only in a bikini ran past, chased by an athletic man in swimming shorts. The young woman ducked behind a tree and taunted her lover, "You'll have to catch me first".

He lunged around one side of the tree, and she shot out the other, "Missed me". He caught her around the waist just as she made it to the sauna door. He picked her up and swung her round and round and round, showering her with kisses. She was squealing loudly in delight. He put her down gently, with a final kiss on her forehead. She kissed him on his lips, took his hands in hers, kicked the sauna door open behind her, and dragged him into the steamy gloom.

The door slammed shut.

Analise stood there, she was strangely nauseated by the whole array of sexual emotions the young couple had so openly displayed; she was desperately trying not to think about what was happening in the sauna.

With a slight shrug, she turned towards the larger sauna.

She thought she had the sauna to herself, but a stirring in the steam revealed a tall, tanned, muscular man, 35ish, non-local, sat in the corner of the upper most benches. Despite the heat, an icy shiver ran down her spine. He was leaning against the back wall, face turned to the ceiling, palms face down on his spread knees. For first time in her life, Analise gawked - he was sat on his towel.

He must have heard her enter, as he lowered his face, his gaze penetrated her. He neither changed his pose, nor said anything. Analise was petrified - not scared but turned to stone. The door latch sounded behind her and the spell was broken. "Sorry", she babbled, "didn't see you there". She made her escape, heart pounding wildly, past the elderly couple who were trying to enter.

"You want?", enquired a brusque female voice. Analise looked around in confusion.

"Which one?", a local lady indicated a menu of some sort.

Analise focused. She was in the massage reception; the menu was a list of treatments. She pointed to one at random.

"Door 4", said the lady abruptly, pointing through a door to the right and handing Analise two very small towels.

Behind door four was a small room containing a massage table, a chair and a coat-stand.

Directly opposite the door she'd entered by was a plainer one. Below a local sign, someone had written in black marker pen 'Staff Only'. It opened and a middle-aged lady dressed in a white coat entered. Without a word, she took the two small towels from Analise and laid them across the massage table. One just below the face hole, the other about half way down. She turned to Analise, and gestured to the coat stand, "You take off, you lie down.", and left.

Analise hadn't been expecting this, she hesitated. Then she reminded herself she was on holiday and trying to immerse herself in local customs. She hung the few clothes she was wearing on the coat-stand, measured herself against the towels - the lady had positioned them perfectly - and lay face down on the table, her face in the hole staring at the wood floor.

Analise heard the door open and the soft patter of slippers. There was a light clang, a bubbling hiss, then a thin miasma of steam swirled around the floor. A woman's warm hands touched Analise's calves and she flinched slightly. Analise forced herself to relax. The hands worked their magic and she dissolved into the table - her mind emptying completely.

As the hot-stone dropped into the small of her back, Analise twitched. Sparks of electric feeling raced up and down her legs and pooled just below her stomach; the petite hands continued to weave their spell. The second hot-stone, between her shoulder blades, surged currents of confused emotions from the very tips of her fingers into her breast. She exhaled a long low sigh as the smooth hands continued their enchantments.

Smaller hot-stones sent spasms of pure pleasure coursing through her body as they were placed along her spine, each one interspersed by skilful, fluid hand-movements. Multi-hued sparkles cracked behind her eyelids. Each stone deepened the liquid warmth building inside her, each intervening series of loving strokes intensified the ripples on the pool, until the last stone caused the dam to break and the accumulated heat surged throughout her body. Analise had found something she enjoyed more than books.


Analise was alone in the room, she must have dozed off. She felt as if she'd been reborn, 24 years of knowledge and memories in a brand-new body. She rolled off the table and guilty noticed a damp patch on the towel. The other door opened and the middle-aged lady entered, performed the ritual greeting, and cleared the towels. Analise responded, noting that she had calloused hands.