“Where the hell is it?” she pondered as her mind went through her search last night. But her mind traveled way back - back when she was starting to notice Fred.
“Sheila, can I see the pictures you took yesterday?” asked Fred.
“Sure, the camera's in my bag. I think it's covered with clothes. You just dig it up, I won't mind,” replied Sheila as she dried herself with a towel. She stood in front of Fred, making sure he noticed her body accentuated by her two-piece bathing suit.
“We really are having a lot of fun, aren't we?” giggled Fred, looking at the images.
“Yeah, we are. Thank god tonight I'm not in much pain anymore, unlike what I felt last Friday.” She closed the door and peeped outside through the window, ensuring that Eva was busy with their friends.
“We really deserve this weekend relief after all that we've been through this strenuous semester.”
“I agree. This was a very hard semester to deal with,” she said slowly in a sensuous tone as she gazed thoroughly at Fred's wet body, noticing how the sleeve of his shirt formed the shape of his biceps.
“Yeah, this one's pretty tough. But I also consider myself lucky because this is the semester when Eva and I got officially together.”
She remembered the fountain pen. “Oh yes, you're right. Uh, can I borrow a pen, Fred? I'm just going to write something.”
“Sure, just look through my stuff. My bag's near the door.”
She slowly approached his bag, skeptical that she would find the pen inside it for she never thought Eva would put the pen inside his bag. She bent with her knees straight, offering Fred a good view of her. Then she gradually opened the bag, and to her shock, the pen was the first thing she saw.
“Oh, here it is! Thanks much,” said Sheila with a mischievous smirk. She sat near Fred, who was busy browsing the pictures. She looked at Fred with eyes that depicted her desire that night. She leaned on the bed on one hand, then crossed her legs and started to play with the pen. She slowly dragged it all over her body - from her legs to her chest, from her arms to her cheeks. She slid the pen between her lips down to her chin and her chest again. “Wow, this is one fancy pen right here.”
“Is that the fountain pen? Oh yeah, that's a gift from my mom. But I gave it to Eva last week for our monthsary.”
She got shook by what he said for a moment. “So, she must be that special, huh?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“You bet. We're really in to each other. Uh, can I get a copy of these pictures next week?”
“Whatever. I mean, sure thing. I'd still be here next week,” she said, gravely disappointed. Then she stood up and opened the door. But before she stepped out, she threw the pen toward Fred and said with anger, “Thanks for the pen, Fred.”
“What the-?
“Have you guys seen Sheila?” inquired Merryll to her batch mates who were packing up, preparing to leave the resort. They just shook their heads.
“Maybe she's in the bathroom,” uttered Eva.
“I already looked for her there, and in our room too, but I didn't find her,” replied Merryll.
“Really? That's odd. Did anyone see her this morning?” asked Eva.
Fred then remembered the look on Sheila's face last night. She had this unmistakable rage in her eyes when she threw the pen at him, a look that that never escaped Fred's mind since he witnessed it. Then he realized, “I think she already left.”
