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The van came to a complete stop.

"Uh oh," he said peering out through the wet mess of the windshield.

Lena sat up and also squinted through the glass. "What is it?"

His hands on the wheel, he lifted a finger and pointed outside. "How deep do you think that is?" he said pointing to a pool of water that covered about 5 metres of road ahead of them.

"I don't know," Lena thought aloud, "The road has been pretty level for a while. Maybe it's just a dip."

They stared at the pool for about a minute. Marko rubbed his teeth against each other then leaned back and said, "Go through or go back? Your choice."

That was the second time tonight he had said that. Her first decision ended with them driving in this storm when they probably shouldn't have. But she couldn't bring herself to drive all the way back to that cottage.

She shook her leg rapidly as she thought then said, "I think we can go through."

Marko revved the engine.



"Get in! Get in!" Lena called to Marko as she pushed open the van door.

He was soaked. She was wet too. For the last __ hour the two of them struggled to push the van back from the sink hole which had stalled the engine. When the van still wouldn't start, Marko had gone out to check the engine.

"Well?" Lena asked.

"I don't know," Marko answered turning the ignition key, "I cleared some of the twigs and branches but I'm not sure what else to do."

He cranked the key. Nothing. Crap.

"Sorry," Lena spoke, dejected. It had been her choice.

"Ah don't worry about it," Marko answered. He turned to her and smiled, "I think we'll survive the night."

The fact that he was able to smile did wonders for her. Her mood lightened. They had managed to clear the van from the road, though they doubted anyone would be coming by anytime soon. They checked their cellphones but couldn't get a connection. There wasn't much else to do.

Lena shivered.

Marko knew he would be joining her soon with the shakes. They had to get dry.

"I think," he said, "I have a towel in my bag in the back."

He slipped between the chairs to the back of the van and dug out a beach towel from his bag. He crouched behind the chairs and handed it to Lena.

"Don't you need it?" she asked.

"I've got a change of clothes...unlike somebody I know," he quipped.

"Yes, yes, thanks for reminding me," Lena replied. She patted down her face. She inhaled. The towel smelled of him.

"We can burn your books for warmth," he joked.

She snapped back, "Don't you dare!" She coughed.

"Hey, you might want to take off your sweater," he said.

She turned and looked at him peeking from between the chairs. She cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm not being a pervert!" he said, "Just so you won't catch cold. You don't have to take off your underwear. Wrap the towel around you. I won't look. I'm going to be busy changing my clothes back here."

With that he, moved away from the chairs and went to his bag. Lena listened to him fumble with his clothes. She put the towel on her lap. Then she reached for the bottom of her sweater. She lifted it slightly, stopping at her belly. She listened to him still moving around in the back. She lifted the sweater over her stomach and chest, past her neck and over her head. She kept her pale yellow strapless bra on but patted it down with the towel a bit before wrapping it around herself. She lowered her sunblind and found a mirror. As she fixed her hair she caught the refelection of Marko removing his shirt in the rear area. He had a lean body with well-toned muscles, probably from construction work. His skin was tanned from spending his days in the sun. She couldn't help but look but when she heard him snap open his fly, she pulled herself away from the show.

After a minute, he settled down and called from the back, "You want to join me back here? I think there's more room."

She hesitated but then stood up and slipped between the chairs.

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