Molly finally broke the silence with a loud sigh. She then started speaking as if she had been dying to tell someone this for years and at this point, she didn't care that it was me. "James is great, okay?! He's the best! It's just that-! His know-it-all personality won't listen to me when it comes to... you know! From the start, he's had this idea in his head that he knows exactly what women like and what places to focus on, even though I've told him many times that I'm not into it! I've tried showing him the places I like, but then he'll say things like, 'Oh, but I feel like it was more over here, though'."
I tried not to laugh at her impression of him. She made him sound like a high-school jock with way too much confidence for a virgin. She drooped her shoulders and sighed again. "For a while, we kept having arguments about it. He was too stubborn so I just decided to fake it and we've been happy since then." I raised an eyebrow. 'She means keeping him happy.' Mary said as if rolling her eyes. "Wait. So for the entirety of your relationship with James, you haven't had an orgasm?" I asked. She shook her head with pursed lips and Erin began yelling. 'God damn it! Just grab her! Grab her and show her what a real man can do!' I really wanted to. I might've been rusty from all the years in prison, but now that I had my brain back the knowledge was still fresh in my head.
I dug my fingers into the sand to stop myself from forcing her on her back and demanding that she open her legs for me. I wanted to do what Erin told me so badly but knew that life wasn't a fantasy where she would let me inside her just like that. I couldn't believe that she would put up with faking orgasms to stay by the side of a cheater. What did he have that I didn't? Sanity. Most likely. Molly spoke before I could think of a response. "I can't believe I just told you that. But there you go. It's out in the open now. But don't think for a moment that this means that I'm breaking up with him. He is perfect in every other way. He does things that girls think are romantic, and he is a very caring person despite his hard-headedness."
I blinked as if I was suddenly pulled out of my head. "Why did you say it like that? 'He does things that girls think are romantic'? Why didn't you just say that he's romantic?" She hesitated and I answered for her, hopefully. "Perhaps because he is romantic but you don't like it?" She glared at me but it weakened the longer my eye contact stayed strong. "Ugh. I like romance, damn it. I just don't have the same idea of it as every other girl does." I scooted close to her, excitedly. "Ooh, do tell." She looked away from me as she vented and I was surprised with how much she was telling me. This just proved how much she needed someone to talk to.
"Okay. So you know how the cliche thing to do to romance a woman is to bring her flowers, chocolates, etcetera? To dance with her, call her beautiful, open doors for her, and all that? Well, I just don't like that stuff. It all seems so temporary. Like it will inevitably wear off someday. That's not how I want a man to treat me." I was extremely curious as to what she would say next. "I don't want James to bring me flowers. I want him to bring me random shit that made him think of me when he saw it. It could be a rock for all I care! And I don't want to do the waltz in public. I get too subconscious. I want him to be my shield. Anyone who looks at me gets shut down by one glare from him that says, 'Keep your fucking eyes to yourself'."
I was surprised at how much her desires made sense and that last one got me thinking about whether I would do those things if she hadn't told me she liked them. The answer was yes. She continued. "I don't want him to call me beautiful. I want him to call me the wind under my wings, the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart. Or even better, the one thing I desire, my queen, my temptress. Being a gentleman and treating me as an equal is crucial, but as soon as we step into the bedroom I want him to show me just how much I belong to him." I had to shut my lips tight to prevent myself from drooling. She turned back to me with surprise, yet again shocked at how much she let slip.
"God, why are you so easy to talk to?!" I smirked at her. "Because, unlike some people, I listen." She noticed the evil in my eyes and turned away from me again. That's when she noticed the dock. "Hey... Do you think that speedboat still has some juice left in it?" I turned my attention to the dock that had a speedboat tied to the other side of it. The dock blocked most of it on our end so it was easy to overlook. Molly then took off her wig, accessories, and dress so that she was only wearing the clothing she came in with. She started walking over to the dock and I stood up to follow her. I only left my hat behind since the loot I picked up were necessary additions to my wardrobe.
Once we were on the dock, Molly inspected the engine. She took a breath and pulled the cord, soon delighted to hear the boat start right up. I realized that it was weird that we hadn't looked for motorboats when we first got trapped here. I assumed that we were so tired that it never crossed our minds. I was glad we hadn't, since we wouldn't have had a fun time alone if we had. A part of me wanted to make up an excuse as to why we couldn't leave just yet so I could get more time with her, but I couldn't think of anything.
"Get on! Before our luck runs out!" Molly said, enthusiastically. I stepped into the boat and took a seat while Molly untied the line. Once the boat was cast off, we went zooming across the water. The spray of the waves felt relaxing on my face and the sight of Molly's hair in the wind made me smile. She steered us through the canal and in just a few minutes, we reached the docks on the mainland. When we got out of the boat I stopped to the sound of gurgles and growls in the distance. I remembered that there were zombies here and got ready to fight.
Molly could tell and quickly stopped me from taking another step. "Wait. If you're planning on another massacre, please don't. You have the antidote in your blood. Maybe even the cure. I don't want to kill any more zombies than necessary this time. Okay?" I hesitated on whether that was a good idea or not. What if avoiding killing them brings that strange voice back? What if it decides to stay next time? Despite my concerns, I understood why Molly wouldn't want to kill off the rest of the population when there was a chance of saving them.