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Here is the next installment of Choose Your Own Adventure!

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LEMON WARNING!  DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!

        As time passed, relations between the Saotome family and Ukyo
continued to cool, even as temperatures in Tokyo soared.  A week passed.
After much cajoling by Nabiki and a few meek suggestions from Kasumi,
Soun was eventually persuaded to fund a five-day trip to Hamamatsu, a
coastal town about two hundred and fifty kilometers south of Tokyo.

        "Man, this is great!" crowed Ranma-chan.  Her blue and white
one-piece swiming suit with the word "BOY" written on the front hugged
her, accentuating the curves of her body.  The sea breeze seemed to cut
right through the material, caressing her with its cooling touch.
        The beach was crowded.  Very crowded.  It did not matter though.
A few fluttering of eyelashes and girlish requests later, the Tendo and
Saotome family had one of the best spots on the beach.
        "I'll agree with Ranma on that one," echoed Akane.  She also
wore a blue striped one-piece swiming suit.  "This is a great spot!"
Actually, there was nothing particularly wonderful about where they
were.  It was the fact that they had a spot on the beach at all.
        "Men are so easy to manipulate," chortled Nabiki.
        "Yeah," said Ranma-chan unconsciously.  Realizing what she said,
Ranma-chan turned and glared and the middle Tendo sister.  "That's not
funny."
        "Oh yes it was," replied Akane with barely suppressed laughter.
Grumbling Ranma-chan ran to the sea and jumped in.  After a moment of
adjustment, she was enjoying the water to her heart's contents.  Akane
was vaguely disturbed by the fact that Ranma-chan seemed so...girlish in
her play.
        "Isn't this wonderful?" asked Nodoka.  "It reminds me of our
honeymoon."  She snuggled up against her husband while watching Ranma
play in the water.  "It's so wonderful to see my son enjoying himself."
Nodoka smiled in contentment.  Beside her, Genma was sprawled out on a
towel, intent on soaking up as much sun as possible.  His body glistened
with a coating of sunscreen.
        "Genma, why don't you come home?" Nodoka asked
        Genma opened his eyes and looked over at his wife.  "Now,
Nodoka, you know we can't leave until Ranma and Akane are together.  The
boy needs time."
        "Husband, I asked why don't *you* come home, not you and Ranma."
        Genma stared at his wife for a moment.  "But Nodoka-dear, Ranma
needs help with Akane, and he also needs training.  I can't leave now."
        "I think Akane and Ranma will be fine on their own.  And Ranma's
can get training from Soun, Happosai, and that Cologne woman.  And it's
not like you won't be able to visit on a regular basis."  At Genma's
doubtful look, Nodoka took something from her bag.  "I thought I might
be able to convince you with this."  Holding up a key card for their
hotel, she smiled.  "This is our room key at the hotel."
        Genma frowned.  Reaching into his own bag, he pulled out another
key card.  "I thought this was our key."
        "Only for the first night, Genma.  I arranged to get you and I a
private room to ourselves.  Ranma has his own room now as well."  She
gazed at him with smoldering eyes.  "I thought we could use some time
alone."
        Genma stared at his wife in amazement, and a foolish grin
appeared on his face.
        "I'll count on your stubbornness when I try to convince you to
move back home.  I imagine it will take some time."
        Genma's grin grew wider.
        Several feet away, Nabiki watched the interchange between
Ranma's parents.  Although she could not hear what they were saying,
their body language and facial expressions were words enough.
        "I am so out of here," she said to her family.
        "Going to enjoy the water?" her father asked.
        "Maybe in a while, but I've seen some very...interesting
specimens, and I'd like a chance to...inspect them more closely.  Oh,
don't give me that," she said upon seeing Kasumi's disapproving
expression.  "This trip is costing too much for me not to enjoy myself.
Ciao!"  Wearing a tight two-piece bikini, Nabiki left the group, heading
towards a group of...interesting specimens.

        Three days passed, the pressures and problems of life washing
away in the ocean.  Aside from a morning training session involving
Soun, Genma and Ranma, they spent the days in idyllic relaxation.  Akane
was overjoyed when Nodoka offered to help train Akane separately from
the men.  The only person who was discontent was Kasumi, who noticed
that Nabiki had not come back to their room the night before, and was
seen spending a large amount of time with a group of Caucasian boys and
girls her own age from the United States.  Genma and Nodoka were more
comfortable around each other than anyone had seen them in years, and
the effect transferred to Ranma.  He was more thoughtful and
considerate, and was less prone to saying stupid or mean things to
Akane.  Akane responded by being friendlier to her unwilling fianc� and
almost never lost her temper.

        "What's this place?" asked Ranma.
        "It's a U.S. fifties style ice-cream shop," replied Akane.
Digging a pice of paper out of her backpack, she said, "According to the
article, it was built by a U.S. Marine World War Veteran who moved here
after the war.  He died five years ago.  The store's run by his son."
        Going inside, they were struck by the bright pastel colors it
was painted in, mostly robin egg blue with bright red vinyl seats.
Sitting down opposite each other at a booth, they tossed their packs
aside and waited for a waitress to arrive.  When she arrived, she took
their orders and left.
        Leaning back and stretching, Ranma sighed in contentment.  "This
trip was a great idea!  I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."
        "Mmmhmm, me too.  I wish I could stay here longer."
        "I'm glad Shampoo's away in China.  If she knew about this trip,
she'd have been all over us."
        Akane opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.  After a moment
she decided to plunge right in.  "Ranma, I know we don't talk about it
much, but I was wondering what's happening with you and Ukyo now?"
        Ranma shrugged his shoulders.  "I don't really know," he
replied.  "Mom and Pop think that because Pop stole their business we
owe her.  But she's pretty much said that she wants to kill all of us."
He shook his head mournfully.  "I really don't know."
        "So the engagement's really over?"  Ranma nodded.  Akane sighed.
"Well, I can't say that I'm not happy.  I mean she won't be plotting to
hook you up with Shampoo or herself, and she won't be trying to kill me
or destroy my house."
        "Is that the only reason?" he asked.  His gaze made her
uncomfortable.
        "I...don't know," she replied eventually.
        At that moment, the waitress came with their orders, and for
several minutes they ate in silence.  Eventually, Akane broke the
silence between them.
        "Ranma, do you...like me?" she asked tentatively.
        Ranma froze.  "Uhhh-"
        "Just like me!" said Akane quickly.  "Not love me, not want to
marry me or anything like that!"
        "Ye-ah..." he replied cautiously, still looking for the trap.
"I mean, you can be really nice when you want to be.  You're even..." he
muttered something to quiet for her to hear.
        "What did you say?"
        "That you're..."  Again the unintelligible mutter.
        "Ranma!" she exclaimed, exasperate.  "I can't hear you!"
        "Cute okay!  I said you're cute!"  A look of alarm flashed
across his features.  Glancing around quickly, he made sure no one heard
him.
        Akane stared at him in wonder.  "You really think so?"  She
could feel tears in her eyes.
        "Well, yeah.  When you're not mad or anything, anyway."  Then
Ranma noticed the tears.  "Akane, you okay?"
        Akane blinked the tears back.  "Y-yeah, I'm fine.  I'm
just...not use to being called cute.  By anyone."
        Ranma stared.  "Really?  What about all the guys who were trying
to beat you up when I got there?  Or Kuno?  The guy practically worships
the ground you walk on."
        Akane rolled her eyes in disgust.  "That psycho?  He doesn't
count."
        "Oh."  After a moment of silence, Ranma said, "You know Akane, I
know I haven't been really nice to you since we met.  I just...you know,
wanted to say, well, sorry for being a jerk."
        Blink.  "What?"
        Ranma took a deep breath.  "I sorry for being a jerk, Akane."
        Akane's eyes narrowed.  "Are you feeling okay, Ranma?  Maybe
you're allergic to something in the ice cream?"
        "I'm fine, Akane," he replied, trying to keep the anger out of
his voice and not quite succeeding.  "Now are you going to accept my
apology or what?"
        "Yeah, I guess," she said dubiously.  Ranma threw up his hands
in disgust, sat back in his seat and sulked.  After a moment of watching
him, Akane giggled.
        "What's so funny?"
        "You look so cute when you pout."
        "Huh?"
        Akane got up and moved around to his side of the table.  "The
way your lower lip sticks out slightly when you sulk, you look
absolutely adorable when you do that."  Ranma growled at her and
continued to sulk.
        On an impulse, Akane cupped his cheek in on hand and turned is
face towards hers.  Sliding close to him, she drew him down and kissed
him, sucking lightly on the jutting lip.  The kiss could not have lasted
more than a second, but to Ranma it seemed to last forever.  Akane
pulled away, and Ranma stared at her in shock.
        Suddenly realizing what she had done, Akane immediately started
frantically searching for excuses.  What came out of her mouth was a
torrent of confused and inarticulate babble.
        Ranma silenced Akane with a repeat of their kiss.  For the first
time in her life, Akane knew what 'being on cloud nine' felt like as her
awareness seemed to shoot up through her brain and explode into mindless
sensations.  She could feel everything, even nonsensical impressions,
like the sticky vinyl seats beneath her, the harsh cool air from the air
conditioner, the taste of caramel on Ranma's lips.  Ranma's hands began
a feather-light exploration of her neck and shoulders, and she
suppressed a sigh at the sensation.  They stopped only long enough to
get a breath of fresh air before continuing.  Reciprocating his touch,
she began to caress the hard muscles of his neck, and moved down to his
shoulders and arms.  Even as her fingers brushed his triceps, his
fingers ran down her side, touching the sides of her breasts lightly-.
        That snapped her back to reality.  With a gasp, she pulled away
from him and looked around fearfully, trying to see if anyone noticed
their activity.  Either no one was paying attention, or they were
forcing themselves to ignore the couple.  Either way, Akane felt relived
she had stopped it when she did.  Ranma, however was none to pleased.
        "What'd you do that for?" he demanded.  He was breathing hard,
and Akane could see a drop of sweat slowly making it's way down his
temple.  She knew that she was having a similar reaction, including her
body crying out for more of the treatment she had been receiving a
moment before.
        "I...I just think we we're going a bit too fast," she replied
nervously, giving another quick look around.
        Ranma opened his mouth to protest, then looked around at the
patrons of the restaurant.  "Yeah, okay," he replied.  Akane could hear
the regret in his voice.
        Akane glanced down, and saw a noticeable bulge in his shorts.
"Wow, Ranma," she said teasingly.  "You really do like me."
        Ranma jumped, remembering Nabiki had said those words the week
before.  He grinned nervously.  "Y-yeah, I guess I do."
        "Maybe you should go get changed," she said, emphasizing the
word changed.
        Ranma sighed.  "Yeah, okay."  Taking his backpack, he went into
the men's washroom.  A few minutes later, Ranma-chan emerged in her
"BOY" swimsuit.  "Happy now?"  Akane was about to respond when the
waitress came to them.
        "Will there be-oh, I'm sorry miss," she said spying Ranma-chan.
"Would you like anything?"
        "Nah, I'm fine," Ranma-chan replied.  "I'll just finish off my
friend's ice cream.  Could we have the bill?"  The waitress nodded,
left, and came back with the bill a few minutes later.
        "Do you mind that we stopped?" asked Akane with trepidation.
She enjoyed what they did, and maybe wanted to do some more of it later,
but not here.
        "Nah, that's okay."  They paid the bill and left.  "Hey Akane,
want to up there?"  'There' was a cliff that jutted out from the
shoreline about fifty yards and almost a hundred feet tall.
        "Sure."

        Running uphill for half a mile was fairly easy for Ranma.
Akane, however was winded by the time they reached the cliff edge.  They
could see far out on to the ocean.  There were hundreds of boats, ship
and there were even several large cargo vessels anchored farther out.
The water itself was a bright blue.  The two gazed upon the wonder of
man and nature in silent amazement.
        "Isn't it beautiful?" asked Akane.
        "Yeah," whispered Ranma-chan.  They were silent for a while
long, until Ranma-chan looked down.  "Akane, look!"
        Carved out by the ocean for hundreds of years, the center area
of the cliff had become a small cove.  During high tide, the cove was
under water, but the tide was turning, and the sand beneath the cove was
being slowly revealed.  On either side were solid rock cliff sides,
creating an almost impassible barrier to the casual beach-goer.  Only
those with mountain climbing gear could scale down the cliffs.  The cove
itself was too shallow for most boats to approach, and distance made
swimming dangerous to most swimmers.  Only the most determined could
make it to the cove.
        Or a highly trained martial artist.
        "Akane, let's check it out."
        "I don't know," she replied dubiously.  "How would we get
there?"
        Ranma-chan spent a moment scanning the cliff sides.  "It's easy.
I could climb down.  All you'd have to do is hold on."
        "What about getting out?"
        "Either the same way we got up, or I could swim and you could
hold on?"  Ranma-chan saw Akane hesitating.  "Come on, Akane, we can
make it!"
        Ranma-chan's confidence strengthened Akane's resolve.  "Okay,
let's do it."
        "All right!"  They walked to the edge.  Climbing onto Ranma-
chan's back, Akane held on tightly.  "Here we go!"  Ranma jumped.
        Akane's bloodcurdling shriek of terror almost killed them.  The
unexpected cry disrupted Ranma-chan's timing and instead of hitting the
right cliff side and bouncing off, they hit it heavily.  It was only
Ranma-chan's great strength and split second adaptive ability allowed
her to compensate for their heavy collision.  She pushed off the cliff
towards the left wall, and back again.  Ranma-chan continued this method
of descent until they were about twenty feet above the cove.  Instead of
pushing off to the left wall, she instead launched herself out into the
water.
        "Hold on!" Ranma-chan cried.  Akane wrapped her legs around
Ranma-chan's torso.  Her grip around her neck could not get any tighter.
They hit the water with a mighty splash, sending a fountain of water
into the air.  The impact of the landing tore the two girls apart, but
Ranma-chan managed to wrap an arm around Akane's waist and pull her to
the surface.  Swimming quickly to shore, they collapsed on the wet sand.
        Laughing Ranma-chan said, "Well, we made it!"
        Face red with rage and residual terror, turned on Ranma-chan.
"Ranma!  What the hell were you thinking?!"
        "What?  We made it, didn't we?"
        "I thought you were going to climb down!"  Akane's hands and
legs were shaking, and she could barely managed to stagger a few feet
away from the water's edge.
        "Are you kidding?"  Ranma-chan looked up the cliff sides.  "That
would have taken way too long."  Opening her backpack (fortunately they
were waterproof.  Never know when someone would punt someone else into
the ocean), Ranma-chan took out a towel and laid it on a dry patch of
sand and began to sun dry herself.
        Akane stared at Ranma-chan and began to laugh.  Nothing could
stop it.  She laughed and laughed until tears ran down her cheeks.  She
knew it was hysterical laughter, but she could not help herself.
Eventually, she calmed, and joined Ranma-chan on the drying beach.  For
half an hour they baked themselves in the hot sun.
        Ranma-chan entered the ocean and began frolicking, enjoying the
water's coolness.  Akane watched with envy.
        "Hey, Akane!" called Ranma-chan.  "Come on!"
        "You idiot!  You know I can't swim!"
        Ranma-chan swam close enough to stand up.  "I'll help you.  Come
on!"  Licking her lips nervously, Akane joined Ranma-chan in the water.
"Okay, the first thing we'll do is teach you how to tread water.  First,
you have swing your arms back and forth like this."  Ranma-chan
demonstrated, her arms cutting through the water with ease.  "Second,
you've got to kick you legs like this."  Akane ducked under the water to
watch the demonstration.  When she resurfaced, Ranma-chan took her and
they swam out about twenty feet from their starting point.  "Okay, start
treading."  Ranma-chan held her above with water with her hands around
her waist while treading water with just her legs.  Ranma-chan waited
until it looked like Akane was doing it right, then let go.
        Akane sank.
        Grabbing Akane's swiming suit, Ranma-chan pulled her to the
surface.  Sputtering, Akane cried, "You did that on purpose!"
        "Of course!  How're you supposed to learn?"  Akane glared at
Ranma-chan, but did not reply.  They continued.  Every time, Akane sank.
Sometimes it seemed that Akane might actually be able to make it, but
she still sank.  Perhaps an hour later, they seemed to make some
progress.  Akane managed to stay up for maybe twenty seconds before
sinking, but the amount of energy she needed to expend to keep herself
above water was ridiculous.
        "Akane, I want you to take a deep breath and just let yourself
go."
        "Why?" Akane panted.
        "Something weird's going on here.  You shouldn't have to work
this hard to keep yourself afloat.  I want to see how well you float."
        "Okay."  Following Ranma-chan's instructions, Akane took a
lungful of air and just let herself float in the water.
        She sank like a stone.
        Pulling her up, Ranma-chan said, "It's weird, Akane.  You don't
float.  It's like your bones are made of metal or something."
        "So I sink in water, so what?"  Akane was beginning to get a bit
cross with the whole swimming idea.
        "Akane, a person with a lungful of air should float on the
surface of the water."  Ranma-chan nodded to Akane's chest.  "Especially
with those two flotation devices girls have.  You don't."
        "So what does that mean?"
        "I don't know.  Maybe have Dr. Tofu look at it when we get
home."
        "So should we continue?"
        "Sure, if you want.  Treading water is a good skill-"
        Suddenly, something seemed to grab Ranma-chan's legs and pull
her under the water.  Surprised, she was unable to get much air into her
lungs.  Struggling against the invisible force around her, she fought to
get to the surface.  Her brain summoned a name for what was happening.
A riptide!  It was a strong current that pulled swimmers as much as a
mile out to sea.  After several agonizing moments, Rama-chan managed to
breach the surface, and take a much-needed gulp of air.  She made it!
Looking around, a wave of a different kind threatened to overwhelm her.
        Akane was missing.  The riptide had caught her as well.
        Diving beneath the ocean, Ranma now rode the current, searching
frantically for Akane.  A riptide was not usually a threat to a strong
swimmer like Ranma-chan.  All one had to do was swim parallel to the
shore out of the riptide then back to shore.  Akane, however, was not a
strong swimmer.
        It did not take long to find Akane, but every second seemed like
a minute to Ranma-chan.  Akane was limp, and making no attempt to fight
the current at all.  Grabbing Akane by the hair, Ranma made for the
surface.
        "Akane!  Akane, speak to me!"  Akane coughed and retched,
gasping for air.  Wrapping an arm around Akane, Ranma-chan swam as
quickly as possible back to the cove.  Once there, they collapsed to the
sand, water from the tide washing up over them.
        "Akane," wheezed Ranma-chan.  She could barely move.  The two of
them lay there, unmoving.
        "I'm okay," replied Akane weakly.  She coughed once more and
spat out a small amount of seawater.  "I guess that ends the swimming
lesson," Akane gasped.
        "Yeah.  I think that's it for me, too."  They lay there, Akane's
head resting on Ranma-chan's chest, both of them slowly regaining their
breath.
        "Ranma?"
        "What?"  When there was no response, she looked down.  Akane was
staring down at herself.  Ranma-chan sat up slightly, thinking that
maybe Akane had been injured.  Then she noticed what was going on.
        Ranma-chan's right hand was gently cupping Akane's right breast.
        Ranma-chan stared at the offending hand in horror.  She wanted
to pull it away and apologize, but her muscles refused to obey.  Whether
they were just exhausted by their long exertions, or her boyd refused to
obey her mind, Ranma-chan did not know.
        "Ak...I...er..."  Ranma's brain hit overload and threatened to
dissolve into a million fragmented thoughts.  She felt Akane's hand
grasp her own.  I'm so dead, Ranma-chan thought.  She's going to throw
me into the cliff walls several times, maybe break a few bones, and to
be honest, I can't really blame her-.  Ranma-chan then realized that her
thoughts had taken a few seconds and nothing of the sort was happening.
In fact, something quite different was taking place.  Akane was slowly
massaging her breast, using Ranma-chan's hand to do it.  Akane move the
hand from the right to the left breast, a sigh escaping her lips.
        "Akane," whispered Ranma-chan shortly.
        Akane sat up, Ranma-chan following suit.  Scooting back a bit,
Akane leaned back and nestled into Ranma-chan, her back pressing into
Ranma-chan's chest.  Ranma-chan felt her nipples harden at the contact
and she breathed deeply at the sensation.  Akane took both of Ranma-
chan's hands and pressed them against her own breasts.  Akane pulled her
hands away after a few moments of guiding, and Ranma-chan's hands moved
of their own volition, caressing her breasts through the swimsuit.
Akane moaned and leaned into Ranma-chan.  Ranma-chan stared down at her
hands, amazed that two integral parts of her body could feel so
disconnected.  Feeling a something warm press against her cheek, Ranma-
chan turned her head, and suddenly, Akane's lips met her own.
Responding, Ranma began eagerly matching Akane.
        They sat there for several minutes, kissing each other while
Ranma-chan's hands caressed and fondled Akane's chest.  Part way
through, Akane slipped the swimsuit off her shoulders, giving Ranma-chan
access to her bare breasts.  Touching the hard nipples directly, Akane
groaned loudly and leaned back against Ranma-chan.  Again taking one of
Ranma-chan's hand in her own, she guided him down her body, massaging
her stomach and lower torso.  Hiking herself up, Akane pulled the
swimsuit partway down her legs, and she kicked it free.  Now naked,
Akane spread her legs, giving Ranma-chan access to her most private
parts.
        Ranma-chan's free hand slid down and caressed Akane's inner
thighs.  Moaning, Akane gave Ranma-chan a series of light sucking kisses
along the line of her jaw.  She pressed herself against Ranma-chan,
grinding her back against Ranma-chan's chest.  Ranma-chan's answering
sigh shook its way through Akane, driving the desire in her to new
heights.
        "Please Ranma," Akane whispered.  "Touch me," she begged.
        Ranma-chan's hand ran itself lightly against Akane's mound.
Akane gasped, and pushed her hips up and against Ranma-chan's hand
increasing the pressure.  Ranma-chan could feel the light covering of
pubic hair on the mound, as well as the slickness of Akane's juices.
Moving in circles, Ranma-chan could feel the thick inner lips, as well
as the tiny nub of flesh called the clitoris.  Akane's breath came in
gasping groans and grunts.  One hand on Akane's breasts, the other
between her legs, Ranma-chan could not believe this was happening.  Her
whole body felt alive in a way it had never been before.  Her sex ached
with a need that, while seemingly alien, was no less demanding than when
she was male.
        Once again, Akane's hand took control of Ranma-chan's.  Holding
the one between her legs, she pushed a one of Ranma-chan's fingers into
her channel, then let her pull it out, then pushed it back in.  Ranma-
chan, ever the quick learner, began sliding the finger in and out,
pressing it against Akane's tiny knob.  After a few moments she would
begin circling her vagina again.  She repeated this procedure over and
over, and the response on Akane was electric.
        Akane's entire body stiffened and began to twitch as the climax
built up within her.  Gasping through gritted teeth, she thrust her hips
outward, humping Ranma-chan's hand.
        "Ranma!  Yes!"  Akane's cries devolved into squeaks.  At the
instant where it seemed Akane could stand no more, her entire body
tensed, her mouth opened in a soundless cry.  It quaked, once, twice,
three times, and even more.  Ranma-chan felt every contraction of every
muscle in Akane's body as the climax washed over her.  As Akane's orgasm
slowly subsided, she fell back against Ranma-chan, exhausted.
        A few minutes later, as Akane began to recover, Ranma-chan said,
"Wow, Akane, that was amazing."
        The response was not what she expected.  Akane's eyes flew open
and she stared at Ranma-chan in shock.  Scuttling away from her, Akane's
expression changed from satiated exhaustion to disgust and terror that
was not very well concealed.
        "Akane?" asked Ranma-chan tentatively.  "Are you okay?  I didn't
hurt you, did I?"
        Akane shook her head, and quickly scrambled into her swimsuit.
She continued to stare at Ranma with a mixture of disgust and fright.
        "Akane, what is it?"  Ranma-chan reached for her but Akane
flinched away.  "It's because we were girls, right?"  Akane looked away.
"Look Akane, I'm sorry it happened like this, but I understand-"
        "No, you don't understand," replied Akane quietly.
        "I would if you told me."  Akane shook her head violently.
"Jeeze, give me a break!  I though you might be mad at me for seducing
you as a girl or something, but now I'm totally confused!"  She sat down
beside the troubled girl.  "If you'd just-"
        "I want to go now," Akane said abruptly.  Standing she went and
got their things.  Slinging their backpacks over each arm, she said,
"We'll swim back.  I'll carry the backpacks, and you carry me."
        Ranma-chan stared at her for a long moment then shook her head.
"Okay, I'm not even going to try to understand what's going on.  But
don't you dare call me a pervert later!  You started it!"  Akane
flinched slightly, but otherwise said nothing.
        It took them a good half hour to round the exit the cove and
swim back to the main beach.  Half way through, Ranma-chan began to
suspect Akane was doing something strange.  Akane was gripping Ranma-
chan around the neck, and her legs were wrapped around her thighs.  Her
body pressed against Ranma-chan's strangely, and Ranma-chan could hear
gasping sounds coming from the girl above her.  It was not until she
heard a muffled groan from above that she realized what was happening.
Akane's mound pressed against Ranma-chan's buttocks, and Akane
eventually came by grinding herself against Ranma-chan.
        Okay, now Ranma-chan was just mad.  First, they do something
unspeakable, but Akane initiated it, which had Ranma-chan confused.
Then, when they finished, Akane acted like she had just killed someone,
which had Ranma-chan scared for Akane.  Third, Akane had gotten off
twice, and Ranma-chan's body still ached for release, but Akane had no
intention of reciprocating!  That made her mad.
        When they got to the shore, Akane thrust Ranma's backpack to her
without even looking at the smaller red haired girl.  She then dashed
off towards the hotel, not even acknowledging Nabiki's presence, who
called out to her.  Nabiki was staring at Akane's back by the time Ranma
caught up.
        "What's her problem?"  Nabiki turned to stare at Ranma.  "What
did you do?"
        Ranma just shrugged.  "How the hell should I know?  She doesn't
tell me anything."

End chapter 5

Now it's your turn.

Nighthawke




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