Page 57 of The Final Storm
She whips her head to me, jaw flying open. “Hold all questions for the end, please,” I tell her. She wants to know for sure if he’s alive, and although we all suspect he is, that’s not the point.
“My sister was there.”
Those words make Lori close her mouth, and she leans back against the wall. “From the… dead?”
“She was younger, and BeLew were babies. We were sitting around a fire, and Dean got upset, and we left. We went to his house, and I saw us have sex on the lawn. There were no flashes of pictures, no broken pieces of the puzzle. I saw the entire porno, up close and personal. I stood so close I could reach out and slap the shit out of myself for being so stupid. And the show was intense.”
Lori twirls her fingers in the air in front of us. “Define intense, please.”
“Please stop,” I beg.
“Well, I’m glad you started with this one,” Lori admits. “But are you sure it wasn’t just a dream?”
“Yes, I’m sure because after the sex-”
“There’s more?” Lori asks.
“Not more sex, but more in this vision.”
“I don’t know what I was hoping for, honestly. When you say intense…”
“Please don’t make me describe the dubcon hot sex I had with my psychotic ex,” I beg.
“So, it was hot?”
I smack her on the leg, and it makes a sharp pop. “For fuck’s sake, Lori.”
She sighs and smacks me back. “Luke’s been sick for a while, and you know how amazing his dick is.”
“Actually, I don’t.”
“Seeing is believing,” she smiles.
“Right. Anyway.” I glare in her direction. “May I continue?”
“Luke’s dick is perfect,” she adds. “It’s thick and long, and hey, did you ever fuck Sam when he was in that wheelchair?”
I keep my steady glare on her, waiting for her to refocus.
“I’m sorry,” she mutters, covering her mouth with her hand. We haven’t spoken in days, and the weeks before were a haze of no sleep. All her inner thoughts are pouring out, and it’s comical, but it’s so not the time.
“These visions play out like movies,” I explain. “But I’m standing in the scene where they’re filming. It’s the oddest thing, and it felt so real.”
Lori keeps her hand over her mouth and nods.
“So, I see myself having sex with Dean. It’s intense. I’ll tell you later if you insist, but I hope you fucking don’t. Then when that’s done, I go to Dean’s house, and when I walk in, I see his dad talking with Captain Matthews.”
I hear Lori’s gasp through her hand. I yank it down and shift my body so we’re face to face. “They were talking about a brave new world where Dean could be a king. And Matthews asked if I would be a problem. He called me some cunt and said Dean could get all the pussy he wanted where he’s going.”
I stop and Lori’s eyes don’t leave mine. “That’s it for that one.”
“Well.” Lori taps her lips with her fingers in thought. “Dean got all the pussy he wanted on Thalassa, except yours. If that’s what Matthews was talking about.”
“That’s what I thought too. Dean’s dad was military. He died before the third storm,” I explain. “It’s not all that surprising that they made some kind of arrangement. They were building the boats and the underground structures for years. Sam said he worked on some of the projects.”
Lori raises a finger. “This vision was of the past? But you were there for the sex, when that happened before.” She scrunches her brow, trying to better explain. “What I’m asking is, do you remember having sex with Dean that night?”
“Yes, I remember that night.”
