Aye, it was a dark and stormy night it is.

Beautiful night, couldn't have asked for better if I'd prayed to Watatsumi himself. Anyway, that's beside the point. The point is? You're going to die. Not in the platonic everyone dies sense, you great big oaf! I mean that you, tonight, are going to die. So......wanna fuck? I've always wanted to be held by a behemoth of a man like you. One woman, one muscular, mountain of a man, and a cabin rocking in the waves and rain. Sounds like one of those lame romance novels you see, right?'s different when you feel it.

When you give yourself to another person, atop the cresting waves.....the can't be put into words. It's like sound and water and sight and touch and everything in a beautiful flowing harmony.