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A Sea Change

slamming shut, the toilet flushing. Seconds later, they heard
another door opening and then closing.

For a few seconds, there was silence. Then they heard Jean’s
voice.

“Fuck!” she yelled, loud enough to awaken anyone in the
house who might have been sleeping. A wave rolled in and for
a moment they heard nothing.
Harry and his wife lay facing one another with their arms
about each other’s shoulders, embarrassed. As one wave af-
ter another rolled onto beach and receded there were more
sounds, curses, whispered words. The erection that had eluded
him earlier was now upon him. The muffled sounds recalled
in him those long nights when he was nearly a teenager lying
awake in his parents’ bedroom: a recollection of their lovemak-
ing; nights of torment, lying stone still, afraid to move, afraid
to touch himself for fear that he would cry out; trying not to
hear but wanting to hear more, needing to explode; until after
their orgasms, they would finally fall asleep and he would rush
to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash.

“Oh my God!” Jean cried from the other room. Harry
shriveled up so fast he might as well have been kicked in the
groin.
“Oh God! Help me!” she moaned again.

Harry and his wife lay on their backs now, sweating in the
tropical heat, their hands clenched tightly, unmoving. The
ocean continued its relentless cycle, with no consideration
for the events taking place in the next room. Wave after wave

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