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A crop circle measuring two meters in diameter on the seabed caught Stephen's attention. He gently pulled Fiona's hand away and pointed to the circle adorned with beautiful fan shells.Stephen and Fiona floated behind the coral reefs, their eyes fixed on the enigmatic crop circles, which were actually nests built by pufferfish.Though they couldn't speak underwater, Fiona seemed captivated by Stephen's discovery. The Divemaster, Oliver, and Alyssa also paused to admire the stunning, giant circles crafted by male pufferfish to attract females nearby, not far from Stephen and Fiona.Moments later, a female pufferfish entered the nest, and a male pufferfish greeted her. The male elegantly swam around the female, deliberately capturing her attention. The two seemed perfectly matched.In his heart, Stephen mused, "Every male must be creative to allure the females! Good luck to them!"As Stephen and Fiona focused on observing the mating pufferfish, grains of sand suddenly showered down from
After indulging in a blissful and soothing steam bath, Stephen and Fiona proceeded to the nearby bathroom to rinse themselves with a refreshing splash of cold water. This invigorating act served to close the pores of their skin, which had been opened during the steam bath.Feeling rejuvenated and in high spirits, Stephen's gaze fell upon Fiona as she stood under the shower, clad in white underwear. Her presence ignited a surge of desire within him, and with a gentle and seductive voice, he approached his wife."Looks like we could have some fun in the shower," Stephen murmured.Fiona's eyes widened in surprise as the dashing man suddenly stood before her, pressing her gently against the wall. She, too, felt the same desire. Not hesitating, she embraced Stephen's proposition and engaged in the playful encounter. Their passionate encounter continued until both of them were fully satisfied and overcome with exhaustion. Eventually, they wrapped themselves in robes and made their way back t
Fiona and Stephen basked in the delightful aura of happiness that enveloped them. Stephen couldn't quite explain it, but whenever he brought satisfaction to his wife, he felt an amplified sense of contentment himself.Abruptly, Joana cleared her throat, causing a startle in both Stephen and Fiona. They released their loving embrace and directed their attention towards the display of jet skis at the dealership."Um... sorry," Fiona stammered, her nerves getting the best of her.The blonde woman bestowed a slight smile upon them. "It's okay." Her voice carried a warm tone as she extended an invitation for Stephen and Fiona to explore their collection of jet skis.One particular jet ski, adorned in a striking magenta hue with sleek black accents, seized Stephen's interest. He perused the details of the jet ski standing before him, captivated by its allure.Joana said with enthusiasm, "If you're searching for a jet ski for your wife, this one is perfect for her!"Fiona crossed her arms ove
John stared at Fiona, a belittling smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to deliver his comment. "Engaging in dialogue with a person whose mind has been unduly influenced and manipulated proves to be an intricate endeavor!"Stephen, a blonde man in a crisp white shirt, audibly sighed, his annoyance palpable. John's constant presence had become an unwelcome distraction, wasting his precious time on trivial matters. With a piercing gaze, Stephen locked eyes with John, attempting to intimidate him into submission."John, I've had enough of your meddling. Your presence here, causing disruptions, is unwarranted. Whether I used to be a beach cleaner or not is inconsequential. I possess the means now, rendering your concern over my purchases unnecessary. Focus on your own affairs!" Stephen's voice exuded resolute strength, refusing to be swayed or undermined by John's interference.John erupted into boisterous laughter, struggling to contain his mirth. "Oh, Stephen, you tru
"Miss Joana!" The saleswoman stood in place as Stephen repeated his instructions with a more demanding look. The force of Stephen's presence was undeniable, and Joana couldn't help but react. She spontaneously reached for the payment machine, ready to hand it over to Stephen. But just as she was about to do so, John intervened in Stephen's transaction."Wait, Joana! Stop!" John's hand prevented Joana from proceeding any further.An irritated expression crossed Stephen's face. "What's your problem, John? Do you want to race or not? I want to pay for my jet ski!"John simply grinned, knowing he had something big planned. "Stephen, I think your charade ends here. I want my friends at Cartmar jet ski hangout spots to witness our showdown! That is, if they're interested."Stephen quickly retorted, "Fine! But step aside now! I want to pay for my jet ski!"The redhead man chuckled. "Impatient, aren't you?" He continued, "Hold on a minute! Don't pay for the jet ski just yet! I'll bring my frie
Stephen furrowed his forehead and grinned, "Trick, you say?" A man with curly hair and dark skin asked John in surprise, "What do you mean by tricks, John? He's already managed to pay for his jet ski!" John took a deep breath and said, "I've known him for eight years as a beach cleaner! Remember, he's been a beach cleaner for eight years! And after ten months of disappearing from the coast of Bentguay, I met him here. He wants to buy two jet skis. Does it make sense to accumulate such wealth in such a short time? If he were the son of a rich man, I would believe him! But look at him! He was lived in an orphanage and worked as a beach cleaner after his lift family bancruot! Do you understand what I mean?" The members of the Cartmar jet ski club hangout fell silent, seemingly in disbelief. In truth, Stephen was indeed the son of a wealthy man who had washed up on a beach and had just reunited with his source of wealth. With confidence, Stephen said, "John, why are you bringing that u
Two jet skis raced swiftly, battling against the wind and waves. For now, John's jet ski was leading the race. Proudly, he thought to himself, "Stephen, I will make sure you regret daring to race against me on jet skis!" Grinning behind his black helmet. Not willing to give up quickly, Stephen concentrated fully, facing forward and keeping an eye on the buoys floating above the sea as track markers. They chased each other, passing turn after turn. "Ah, that turn is my chance!" exclaimed Stephen as he spotted the orange buoy marking the next corner. Being in a favorable inside line position, Stephen confidently pressed the throttle to increase speed. Just before the turn, he reduced his speed at the right moment, successfully maneuvering through the sharp bend and overtaking John. Water splashed towards John, obscuring his vision. He cursed loudly, "Damn it! I'll get you in the next turn!" He almost crashed into a buoy and veered off the track. Unfortunately, John's chance to surpa
The redhead gritted his teeth, furious with Stephen. He never expected Stephen to have such excellent jet ski skills. He wondered how Stephen could be so amazing. And more importantly, he had the money to buy two jet skis at once and dare to bet a significant amount that most people wouldn't. "Oh, damn it! Who are you really, Stephen!" John didn't immediately respond to Stephen's provocative remark. But now he was truly trapped by his own words. He regretted it inwardly. "John? Are you okay?" Joana's melodious voice startled John. He didn't have any other choice now. Reluctantly, John said, "I'm fine. Thanks for worrying. I'm just a little tired." The redhead observed Joana, imagining if he had been the one to win the race that evening. "Joana, you would have hugged me immediately and wouldn't be shy about accepting my offer to go on a date! Unfortunately, Stephen ruined it all!" Stephen's firm voice startled John out of his daydream once again, "So, have you decided not to fulfi