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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“As thrilled as I am that you know that sea water and tears have the same salinity,” he states, eyeing the clothes she’s just handed him with great trepidation, “have you thought this entirely through?”

“No, and if you’re smart, neither will you,” she replies, obviously very pleased with herself and nearly bouncing up and down with pent up energy.

“Maggie…” he starts with a tone of voice that says he’s going to try and be logical about her little adventure.

“No, Abe,” she interrupts rather harshly before softening her tone as she reaches out and gently touches his face. “You’ve been taking care of me all this week. Please let me take care of you for a change. Please.”

He looks up into her sad pleading eyes and immediately caves. He figures it’s probably best not to let her know how the big sad puppy dog look affects him, so his gaze falls back down at the clothes she dropped in his lap.

“Ok, I know where the pants came from, but where did the hat and coat come from?” he inquires.

“Uncle John left them here after the wedding,” she answers. “Or more precisely, Aunt Stephanie managed to get John drunk enough that he forgot about them when they left.”

“Why haven’t they tried to get them back?” he questions as he turns the fedora over in his hands.

“I imagine Grandmother has threatened bodily harm to anyone who disturbs us this week,” she replies with a shrug. “Besides, my aunt has been trying to get rid of these things for ages; she’s been tired of his Humphrey Bogart look for years now. Of course, this just means that John’s going to go shopping for new ones, but that’s not my headache. My headache is trying to get your skinny, blue, scaly butt off of the couch and into the car.”

“That does explain why he kept saying, ‘Here’s looking at you, kid,’” he states, still very hesitant about the whole thing. “The pants won’t fit over the shorts.”

“We’ll bring them and you can put them on later if you need them,” she tells him. “I’m more worried about keeping the upper half of you covered for now.”

“These won’t fool any one who sees me,” he points out.

“They will if they only see you through the tinted windows of the car,” she counters. “Now come on, we’re wasting darkness.”

He hesitates a moment longer only to find the hat suddenly crammed onto his head and her yanking him onto his feet while he barely manages to hold onto the clothes in his arms. He doesn’t fight as she drags him out to the garage, opens the passenger door and all but shoves him into the waiting Jag. He shrugs into the trench coat that’s too big for him as she hits the garage door opener before going around the car and getting in.

He slides into the seat next to her and puts on his seatbelt as she starts the car. She carefully pulls out of the garage and then heads out the gate as he gets comfortable and takes a good look around at the plush interior. He runs his hand over the seat, but something doesn’t seem quite right so he starts to take his glove off.

“It’s synthetic,” she states as she shifts into a higher gear.

“Excuse me?” he asks, slightly startled.

“The leather, it’s synthetic,” she replies.

“Ah, that explains why it seems a bit off,” he responds as he pulls his glove back into place.

They drive on in silence for a while as he enjoys his first car ride sitting in the front seat. After spending so many years being dragged from one place to another in the back of a garbage truck, this is very enjoyable experience. She watches him out of the corner of her eye and smiles as he watches the world go by like a kid in a candy store. It breaks her heart to think how the government keeps him locked up and hidden away from the world like a virtual prisoner only to be let out on occasion and even then he’s kept on an electronic leash. She looks down at her display panel and lets out a groan.

“What’s the matter?” he asks without taking his eyes off of the world speeding by.

“I need to get gas,” she answers a bit angry with herself for not doing it the last time she went out.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind waiting a little longer to get to the beach,” he replies.

“Except that gas stations have cameras and people,” she points out. “But we have no choice, the car’s about sucking fumes at this point. If we’re lucky, the gas station won’t be busy.”

Several minutes pass in more silence before she pulls up into a thankfully empty gas station as far from the attendant’s window as physically possible. She grabs her purse and starts to dig through it for her credit cards.

“I’ve really have to clean this thing out,” she mutters as she pulls her cell phone out and drops it in Abe’s lap.

She finally finds what she’s looking for, grabs it and quickly gets out of the car. He stares at the phone for a few seconds as a plan starts to formulate in his brain. He takes a glove off, briefly touches her mind, opens the phone and dials a number he knows but never thought he’d use. Having eidetic memory does have its advantages every once and awhile. He barely finishes the call and snaps the phone shut just as she’s getting back into the car. He hands back the phone as she tosses her credit card back into her purse.

“Oh, thanks,” she says as she stuffs it back to where it belongs. “I keep losing this thing.”

She starts the engine and leaves the station just as another car pulls in. Abe happily watches the scenery go by as they make their way to the shore. What seems to be way too little time later they pull into an empty parking lot far from the main road overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and the nearly half moon is just starting to come up over the horizon.

“Now if we hurry, we can get you into the water before the moon is fully up,” she starts as she turns and looks at him.

She never gets a chance to finish telling him her plans as his lips come crashing down on hers. She lets out a little squeak of surprise as his emotions overwhelm her senses. She closes her eyes and rides the waves of feelings that are flooding her very being.

“Abe,” she gasps when he finally lets her up for air.

“Need you,” he growls into her neck. “Want you. Now.”

He nibbles and kisses her neck and her head rolls back to give him freer access to it. She can feel him starting to pull her shirt out of her pants and she can no more stop his assault on her then she can stop her own heart from beating, not that she wants to. Soon the shirt is free of its mooring and a gloveless hand is up it, caressing a breast through the lace of her bra. She’s fairly sure she was wearing her seatbelt, but it’s gone now as he pushes her against her door.

She whimpers as her own need grows and he continues to caress and fondle her body taking her well pass the point of reason. She reaches for him and starts to try and work him out of his way to many layers of clothing. He barely interrupts his attack as he slips out of the coat and her hands find the buckles to his top.

The power to form coherent thoughts is gone; all that is left is need and want. Their moans fill the small space of the car until the lights of another vehicle shine in through the window. Maggie immediately tries to push Abe down into her lap so he won’t be seen, but her struggles are in vain as he sits up and turns to watch the new car park a few spaces away from them.

She nearly goes into full cardiac arrest as the driver cuts the engine and opens the driver’s door. When she sees that it’s John Myers, she’s sure that some vessel is about to pop. She starts to shake as involuntary tears course down her cheeks. Abe immediately swings back around at the feeling of her distress.

“He’s come to take you back,” she sobs as hysteria starts to take hold. “Manning told me not to take you off the property, that if I did he’d come and take you away, and now he’s sent John to take you back and it’s my entire fault. I’m sorry, Abe, I’m so sorry.”

“John isn’t here to take me back to the bureau,” he tries to reassure her as he caresses her cheek. “He’s here because I called him. He’s doing me a favor. A really big favor.”

“What big favor?” she sniffles as the tears start to ebb.

“He brought me some special equipment,” he answers with a small mysterious smile. “Come and see.”

With that, he opens his door and exits. After hastily wiping her face and a few sniffs, she follows suit and goes over to the sedan that John drove. By the light of the trunk of John’s car she can see a large metal cylinder lying on the ground with some type of harness resting next to it and John’s pulling out a strange thing that consists of a metal piece about the size of his hand with four rubber tubes coming off of it. It takes her a moment to realize that it’s scuba diving equipment that he’s brought.

“What do you need this stuff for?” she asks in confusion.

“It’s not for me,” he answers. “It’s for you.”

She just looks at him with utter bewilderment while he starts to chuckle. John just continues to finish getting the gear put together in silence, essentially ignoring them.

“You’re the one who dragged me out here,” Abe continues. “So I’m dragging you in.”

Shear panic sets in and Abe manages to catch her before she bolts and then holds her to him. She’s trembling so hard he’s surprised she isn’t vibrating right out of her own skin.

“What’s wrong?” he asks since he can’t get a clear reading from her racing mind. “My tank is deeper then the water I intend to take you in and you handled that just fine.”

“Need I remind you what nearly happened that night?” she bites out angrily as she tries to push away from him and fails. “Your tank is a small contained area with lots of people around to help if there’s trouble. This is the ocean and there’s only you and what if something happens to you and suddenly I’m out there by myself and it’s dark and…”

He kisses her cutting off the panic induced babbling. He knows there’s more to it then what she’s said, but he lets it go for now. He sends her thoughts of reassurance and comfort and slowly, ever so slowly she starts to calm down. When he finally lets her breathe again, she’s still shaking, but not as violently as before. She buries her face into his chest pushing aside his open top as he gently strokes her back mindful of the bruises there. He looks over at John who’s finished assembling the gear and is now closing the trunk of his car.

Please come back in a couple of hours, Abe thinks at him and John nods his agreement. And bring a friend.

John pauses, looks at the merman for a few moments before he reluctantly nods again with a sigh. He gets back in his car as he silently wonders to himself when he lost his mind, knowing that if Manning ever finds out about this, he is so out of a job. A moment later, he starts the engine and drives away leaving the two lovers standing in the parking lot.

“I’m afraid,” she whispers several minutes later.

“I know,” he replies quietly. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear.”

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” she points out still not moving from the safety of his embrace.

“Good, then I won’t have to keep track of it after I strip it off of you,” he chuckles and she finally leans back to look at him in the moonlight. “When I said that I needed and wanted you, I wasn’t joking.”

With that he claims her lips once more and reminds her of what they had been doing before John’s arrival. She tries to fight, she really does, but it’s no use. Soon, she’s a mindless blob being pushed against the car as he sticks his hand into one of her pants’ pockets and fishes out her keys. He pops the trunk open with the remote and then pulls away from her.

“Stay here,” he whispers into her ear before letting her go.

She barely manages to stay upright as he rummages around in the trunk for some of the things she’s packed. When he finds what he wants, he shuts the trunk, grabs the tank by its harness and takes everything out to the beach. He returns a few minutes later to find her trying not to go back into a blind panic.

He scoops her up into his arms, locks the car doors with the remote and then carries her out to the blanket he’s spread on the ground. He kneels down and gently lays her on the blanket. Before he has a chance to sit back up, she tackles him and he ends up flat on his back with a grunt.

Her lips claim his this time as she starts to pull his top the rest of the way off. He chuckles deep in throat as her intent becomes clear. He gladly lets her strip him down to his shorts as he returns the favor until she’s only wearing her undergarments all the while their hands and lips are driving each other well past the point of sanity.

Her bra and panties are gone within a matter of seconds while it takes a bit more work to get his shorts off. She gets off of him long enough to accomplish this task, but before she can pin him down once more he sits up and pulls her towards him.

“Maggie,” he whispers in her ear as he caresses all the right places. “Come with me into the water.”

She whimpers her fear as she buries her face into his chest again and she begins to shake with terror. The memories and feelings that are going through her mind are so strong that it’s like she’s screaming them at the top of her lungs, but there’s nothing coherent enough for him to grab onto.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he reassures her again, sending her feelings of love and reassurance. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you. I’ll protect you, I swear.”

He continues whispering words of comfort, but still she quakes in fear. It seems that no mater what he says she remains in a state of near blind panic. After several minutes of getting nowhere he gently but firmly makes her look up at him.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he insists. “Why are you so afraid?”

“Sharks,” she whimpers, her eyes are wide with fear.

“Being afraid of sharks is normal,” he points out. “But it appears you have Selachophobia.”

“They never found my parent’s bodies,” she responds with a shaky voice. “They said that they were probably eaten by sharks and mako sharks are very common in the Hawaiian Islands and makos are known man eaters and there are makos in the Atlantic and...”

“Makos are pelagic swimmers and are seldom found towards shore,” he interrupts as he places a silencing finger on her lips. “I’ll keep you safe. I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. We won’t go very deep and we’ll stay near the bottom.”

“How deep is not very deep?” she asks around his finger.

“Just deep enough that we’re not being pounded by the waves,” he answers, lowering his hand and going back to stroking her. “You faced your fears once before for me, please do it again.”

She looks at him for a few moments more before she leans her forehead against his chest. She runs her hands down the well chiseled muscles of said chest and down across the tight six pack of his abs. As she draws closer to his arousal, he lets out an involuntary moan that resonates through his whole body.

“Can’t we just do it here?” she asks as she grabs a hold of his erection causing to gasp and his gills to flare.

“I didn’t think you were into exhibitionism,” he manages to choke out as she rubs her thumb over the tip of his penis.

She finally takes in her moonlit surroundings and lets out an “eep” of surprise as she lets go of him and starts to try covering herself with whatever she can lay her hands on. He grabs her hands and brings them to his lips, placing a kiss on the palm of each one. She lets out a whimpering mewl as she pulls her legs up to try and hide her exposed bits.

“Please face your fears,” he whispers in her ear while he presses her hands against his chest. “It’s not healthy to have such a strong phobia.”

“I don’t know, it’s been working fine so far in my life,” she retorts with a shaky voice. “I don’t go into the ocean and the sharks don’t come onto land. Pretty good deal if you ask me.”

He chuckles low in his throat as his lips search out sensitive areas and finally find the large muscle in her neck just below her ear. He nibbles and nips at it causing her to groan in response. Her head lolls to the side and he immediately latches onto the skin there causing her heart to race, her breath to come in ragged gasps and moans to escape her lips. While he works her neck and sends her hormones into overdrive, he sends thoughts of safety and calm to her as he checks the surrounding waters for danger.

“Join me,” he mumbles in her ear when he feels she’s calmed down enough. “There are no sharks in the area.”

She hesitates for a moment until one of his hands finds her nipple and starts to tease it into hardness. Another whimper is uttered as she simply nods her answer. He reaches over and snags the scuba gear. After slinging the straps over his shoulders, he slowly pulls her to her feet, all the while continuing to play havoc on her senses as he strokes and caresses various parts of her body.

While walking backwards, he slowly leads her down to the waters edge. He sends thoughts and feelings of safety and serenity as he continues to kiss and stroke her. It works until a wave rushes up and covers her feet right up to the ankles and then she stops dead in her tracks.

He doubles his efforts and after several minutes of silent encouragement, she begins to move again. A short eternity later, he’s up to his neck in the wonderfully refreshing water. He can feel his skin greedily absorb the moisture, replenishing his hide as he moves with the sway of the ocean. It feels so good that he almost loses his concentration on the warm body in his arms.

Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, and she’s holding on for dear life. He knows it’s now or never so he pulls his face away from her sweet body.

“Do you trust me?” he asks and he can feel a shiver run through her body before she answers.

“Yes,” she barely whispers, staring him in the eyes.

“Open your mouth wide,” he quietly orders.

When she finally complies, he sticks the mouth piece of the respirator in and then slowly starts to submerge. She instinctively bites down on the piece of plastic that’s been placed there, works her lips around the rubber guard and starts to breathe through her mouth as she feels the cool water engulf her face. She closes her eyes as she puts all of her faith and trust in her husband.

She ignores the part of her brain that is screaming in terror and instead concentrates on the sound of Abe’s voice telling her that he loves her; that he will protect her; that she is safe. She lets his thoughts fill her being while his hands and lips flood her senses.

She’s not sure when she loosened her grip on him, but she suddenly becomes aware of his tongue delightfully torturing a nipple and a groan reverberates through her chest. She can feel him smiling against her skin as he works his way to the other nipple waiting for him. By the time he’s done torturing those delectable pink buds to full hardness, she’s ready to bite through the mouth piece.

Since the moment she mentioned going to the beach, he’s wanted to get her into the water with him, the only problem was how. Then she dropped the answer into his lap at the gas station and his need for her grew ten fold. Now he has her here and the feeling of her wet skin rubbing against him has brought him to such hardness that he’s fairly sure he can cut diamonds at this point.

One thing that Maggie has learned over the past few days is that love making is a full contact sport that involves full participation of all players and she decides it’s time for her to join in the game. She moves her face closer to his neck, finding her way by feel, takes a deep breath and then pulls the respirator out of her mouth. Her lips quickly find their target and just as quickly start to work on driving him crazy.

The instant her mouth finds his skin, he feels almost every blood corpuscle in his body head for his groin. He groans as her tongue finds his gills and he presses her body into his as she continues to nibble, lick and kiss her way to his lips. When their lips touch all abilities to reason are lost and starts to hasten their decent towards the bottom of the ocean.

They only get about another ten feet down before she stiffens and whimpers in pain. She stuffs the mouth piece back in her mouth and starts to pull away from him. He swiftly discovers the source of her discomfort and moves back up a few feet until she stops struggling. The pressure behind her ears lessens as they ascend, but it’s still very uncomfortable.

“Pop your ears,” he tells her. “You need to equalize the pressure in your eustachian tubes.”

She follows his instructions and the alleviation from pain is instantaneous. With a sigh of relief, she pulls him towards her again and his arms wrap around her returning her embrace.

“We’re going deeper, so remember to pop your ears whenever you start to feel the pressure building up,” he instructs her as he puts actions to words.

She keeps that in mind as she takes another deep breath, removes the respirator and starts to work on his shoulder between his neck and the strap. She latches onto said shoulder and starts to suck on it as his body shivers with anticipation of what’s to come. She soon learns that the sucking action causes her ears to pop naturally, so she redoubles her efforts for as long as she can, taking breaths when she needs only to go back to what she had been previously doing.

By the time they reach the sandy bottom, he’s fairly sure that they’re going to need to pad the walls of his tank when he gets back to the bureau. He touches the ground just as she’s pulling the respirator out of her mouth again and his lips quickly claim hers. Salt water fills mouths as tongues wrestle for dominance while their passions hit a new fevered pitch. He pushes the mouth piece back into her mouth as she starts to get light headed and her grasp on him loosens again.

After a couple of deep breaths, the dizziness passes and she becomes very aware of the rock hard member trapped in-between them. He’s back to nuzzling her ear and neck and she just can’t take it any more. She pulls him closer as she thrusts her hips forward pushing into his erection.

He makes a sound between a growl and a moan as he grabs her hips and positions her so that the head is pushing against her opening. He pauses for a moment while she shakes with anticipation. He knows that if he pushes this to fast, it’ll be over even before it’s begun so he waits a few seconds to pull himself under control. She on the other hand isn’t willing to wait that long and starts trying to push herself down onto him. Unfortunately for her, he still has a hold of her hips.

“Easy, my love,” he whispers in her ear. “Let’s not end this before it’s started.”

She whimpers her response as he continues to hold her still. Once he’s sure that he can make it last for a little while, he slowly lowers her down his shaft eliciting a moan from her that starts at her toes and works its way up through her throat. She holds him tighter with her legs as he starts to swim, undulating in and out of her.

He starts slowly at first as they cling to each other like barnacles. She urges him to go faster but he stubbornly refuses. It’s a delightful torture feeling him sliding in and out of her, his body moving against hers, his skin rubbing against her nipples nearly driving her to the point of desperation. A brief thought of using a riding crop brings him to a dead stop.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he states in shock.

Her eyes fly open as she lets out a whimper of frustration. The only thing she can see are his glowing eyes so she closes her eyes again as she pushes her hips into him trying to get him moving again. He refuses to move, disturbed by the image of the riding crop as she gets more and more upset by his lack of movement.

Damn it, Abe! Make love to me or take me back up, she all but screams in her mind.

He chuckles softly as he starts to swim again, this time a little bit faster. They quickly lose themselves to the feeling of their love making. She moans her pleasure as the feeling of his cool hardness pumps in and out of her. He absorbs her warmth, driving him to swim faster and faster. The pressure builds like a giant bubble until it finally bursts as they both scream their completions.

Her heart rate and breathing slowly return to normal and by some miracle, she hasn’t lost the respirator. He holds her to him closing both sets of eyelids as the gently rocking motion of the ocean starts to lull him to sleep. She doesn’t mind being held or the fact that she has no idea where she is, but she is starting to get cold and she’s starting to shiver.

She can start to feel him relax against her and it has her worried since now would be a bad time for a nap. Before she can do anything though, something large brushes against them causing her to scream and the respirator to fall out of her mouth. Roused by the alien contact and Maggie’s scream, Abe grabs her with one arm as he struggles to find the mouth piece with his other hand.

After several seconds of trying to hold onto a terrified naked woman, he finally manages to grab hold of the respirator. He waits until she stops struggling and he doesn’t have long to wait as what little oxygen that’s left in her lungs begins to run out. He shoves the item back into her mouth and she takes a long pull off of it. He can feel her terror as she shakes so hard that he’s glad she’s now clinging to him.

He takes a look around to see what hit them and quietly chuckles as they’re bumped again. This time she only squeaks as she holds onto him so hard he’s fairly sure she’s about to break a rib or three. He places one of his hands at the back of her neck and latches on with the suction cups.

“See them through my eyes,” he whispers.

Instead of entering her mind like he normally does, he pulls her into his. At first it feels like she’s falling and then suddenly she stops. She’s shared space with animals before, but it’s nothing compared to this. It’s the most incredible thing she’s ever experienced in her life. She can see, hear and feel everything as he does while still being aware of her own body. She can hear and feel herself gasp in surprise through him and herself and everything seems very surreal.

She finally concentrates on the fact that she can now see though the colors are a bit off from what she’s used to. She notices a lot of blues, purples and greens, but mostly blue and purple. She catches movement out of the corner of his eye and he obliges by moving his head so she can see what it is.

A large torpedo shaped body quickly swims past them and she can fill herself shiver both externally and internally until she finally is able to recognize the form. She relaxes slightly as he looks around them, allowing her to see the creatures that have surrounded them. As her fear subsides, she’s finally able to notice the sounds of clicks and whistles that the nearly one dozen dolphins are making.

It seems our, um, activities have attracted this pod, he thinks as they watch another dolphin brush past them.

She wonders why a pod of dolphins would be so close to shore and she feels him stiffen.

They’re not close to shore, he admits with chagrin.

She instantly starts to panic and he immediately pulls her closer and starts to swim towards shore, scattering dolphins as he goes. He’s not sure if he can keep this pace up, but he knows that he’s pushed his luck as far as he dares with her. He also knows that once she calms down, he’s going to get an ear full, figuratively speaking.

Suddenly, a dolphin appears next to them, keeping pace. A second later another one joins the first on the other side of them. Soon they are surrounded by a couple more of the dolphins. Swimming becomes less taxing and he realizes that the pod is helping them get to shore pushing them along in their wakes.

Within minutes they’re close enough to shore that he can feel the waves forming on the surface above them. The dolphins leave them one by one until it’s just the two of them once more. A short time later, he’s carrying her out of the surf and onto the sand. He sheds the scuba gear, dries her off, redresses her and then wraps her in the blanket.

After getting his shorts back on, he sits down with her between his legs. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest. She turns her head so that she can glare at him over her shoulder. He holds her tighter and kisses her temple.

“I’m sorry,” he begins. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I won’t ever make you go out there again. I swear.”

She gives him one final glare before she turns back to looking at the ocean bathed in the moonlight. After a while, she relaxes and leans into him. A short time later he realizes she’s fallen asleep.

He looks around and finds her keys half buried in the sand. After shaking the sand out of them, he carries her back to the car and puts her in the passenger seat. Just as he’s shutting the door, he hears the sound of a car engine. Raising a hand, he senses who it is and he waits for their arrival.

A few seconds later, headlights flood the parking lot with their brightness. A moment later the sedan with the handicap plates parks near him. John gets out of the passenger side and stares at the merman in disbelief while Guillermo rolls down his window.

“Are you nuts, Abe?” John demands. “Someone could have seen you.”

“I knew it was you,” Abe replies with a shrug.

“So what are we doing out here in the middle of the night?” Guillermo asks a look of amusement on his face.

“I need one of you to drive Maggie home,” Abe answers. “And I need the other to drive me back to her place before dawn.”

“Ok, now I know you’re crazy,” John states. “If Manning finds out about this…”

“Then I’ll take full responsibility,” Abe interrupts. “Please, just make sure Maggie gets home safe.”

With a resigned sigh, John holds his hand out for the keys which Abe gladly hands over.

“Is there anything you need from the car?” John grumbles as he heads for the driver’s side of the car.

“Ah, yes,” Abe responds as he returns to the car.

He quickly gets out the fedora and trench coat from the front seat, careful not to wake Maggie.

“By the way, the code to the gate is 7873,” Abe informs the agent.

“Thanks,” John mutters while he settles into the driver’s seat. “What am I supposed to do after I get her home?”

“Just put her to bed, blanket and all,” Abe replies. “You can use one of the guest bedrooms until Guillermo and I get back.”

“Fine,” John sighs as he tries to figure out how to adjust the seat.

Abe quietly chuckles as he closes the door and then goes to Guillermo, handing him the hat and coat. He returns to the beach and collects his gear and the scuba equipment. He comes back to the parking lot to find John still fussing with the seat as he puts the scuba gear in the trunk and his stuff in the front with the rest of the clothes.

Abe finally takes pity on poor John and goes to help the agent who still hasn’t figured out how to move the seat though he has opened the trunk, turned on the headlights and honked the horn a couple of times. In a matter of seconds Abe has the seat adjusted for John and shortly thereafter the two are on their way.

Meanwhile, Guillermo is watching this whole thing and trying not to bust a seam laughing. Abe smiles at the man before taking off at a dead run across the beach and diving into the sea. Guillermo settles down to take a nap while Abe rejoins the dolphins in a bit of play before finding a spot to settle down and go to sleep.
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