Turk dozed for 15 minutes until a freshly-showered Carla woke him, jabbing his turgid belly painfully. As she got dressed, he stumbled to the bathroom, shrugging off his button up before peeling off his overly snug swimsuit and letting it slap wetly against the tiled floor. He stepped under the the shower and immediately felt refreshed, the hot water streaming over his body and relieving the little aches and pains. He soaped up his swollen belly, massaging it in an attempt to aid the digestion off his massive meal. He rinsed off and stepped out of the cubicle, grabbing a fluffy white towel and drying off, then wrapped it around hips, underneath his gut.
He re-entered the bedroom and saw Carla was already dressed, and he was expecting her to be annoyed. but instead she was apologetic. She came up and gave him a hug, and a tender kiss on the lips, before cuddling against him.
"I'm sorry I was angry, Papi."
"Don't worry about it baby." He replied, glad to make peace, wrapping his arms around her.
They stood in this pleasant embrace for a few moments before Carls broke away and told Turk to get dressed.
***
They walked around the lagoon hand in hand, Carla wearing a mid-length dark pink dress with a light white jacket against the evening chill. Turk got his canvas shorts on with little trouble, and his dark blue shirt was baggy enough to hide most of his belly while he was sitting, though it bulged out when he stood up. They kissed as the last rays of sun dipped down beneath the horizon, the previous anger forgotten, and tranquility restored. Until they arrived at the restaurant.
Much like the previous one, this restaurant catered towards couples, each table being secluded in it's own gazebo, each with breathtaking views of the ocean and the vast field of stars glittering above it. Turk and Carla sat, holding hands across the table and admiring the view, until they were tactfully interrupted by a waitress proffering menus.
After ordering a beer for Turk and a white wine for herself, Carla, who hadn't eaten since the ice-cream stand, began perusing the menu hungrily. Turk also glanced at the menu, and to his surprise he found he was a little hungry, despite the massive amount of food he had eaten not three hours ago. He rubbed a tentative hand over his stomach and found that, while it was still quite firm, it was not the rock hard lump it had been. Maybe he had enough room for some of the rotisserie chicken, or half a lobster. Actually, he thought, feeling his mouth starting to water, maybe a whole lobster, or even the t-bone steak.
On the other, Carla had been pretty annoyed with him for pigging out earlier, and they had only just made up. If he wanted to have sex tonight, he would probably have to stick to a small dinner, maybe even just a salad.
And yet he was suddenly filled with the urge to stuff himself once again. The waitress arrived, and after Carla ordered the seafood medley, turned to Turk, pencil poised expectantly.
Turk hesitated, glancing at Carla before making a final decision.
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