My Jim is a wanderer. He’s borned a James but no one calls him James. He’s only James when he’s naughty. He’s not a Jimmy either but a Jim.
Jim is the type that doesn’t follow routine or nothing. He does whatever takes his fancy. If he felt like going to the beach he goes. Stuff work. Eventhough the beach is 100km away.
So when he told me we are going to the falls I was like okie.
We hiked to the falls. Jim helped me down . I only learnt later that he had a bad leg from a motorbike accident. The rod’s still in there and has been for more than a decade. He never got it taken out.
The boulders, the tracks
The dares and the daring
The smooth skin, the rock
The moans, the squirts
The hunger, the sandwiches
The fun, the forbidden
I squirted that day. I haven’t squirted since.
It was a cold day. We had the Falls to ourselves.