Spring Tide

This tide lifts all emotions. Carl loves Paula, but she doesn't want his love--she wants to feel passion…powerful emotions and sensations. She dreams of the intensity of lust of the ancient myths. Can she find what she wants on a tropical island at the peak of the rare, but powerful, proxigean tide? A story of the eerily paranormal.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~“THIS IS THE NIGHT of the proxigean spring tide,” the woman at the desk of the resort told her when they checked in.“What’s that?” Paula asked. “Is that like a high tide?”“It's a fancy name they give to the highest of high tides,” the woman said, grinning. “They are quite infrequent, I understand. But I can tell you that at night, out on the beach under a full moon, this tide is really something. Some people find it very erotic.”The woman glanced meaningfully over at Carl, Paula’s boyfriend, who was going through tourist brochures. “Of course, if you have a hot lover, just being on a deserted beach at night is erotic. Maybe the tide is just an excuse for being out there.”She smiled at the woman. “Thanks for the tip. It might be worth checking out.”The bellhop took them to their room. She put their suitcases on the bed and opened the sliding doors to show them a lovely patio with chaise lounge chairs and a small table. “You have complete privacy out there,” she said, giving Carl a suggestive wink.Carl grinned back, but Paula saw he was embarrassed by the woman’s suggestion.When the bellhop left, she took his hand and led him outside to take a look. Sure enough, rattan privacy walls separated the adjoining patios. As they were on the second floor, they could look down at the beach. That made it possible to be outside, yet private and have a view.Carl came up behind her. He pressed his body against hers and his hands began running over her breasts.