The lake was a turbulent mirage, it’s crystal clear waters reflecting the moonlight. His feet skimmed the surface; yet with the slightest of provocations it erupted in an avalanche of roiling waves – his pursuit of pleasure unshakeable. His palms – his tongue – his smile – ravenous and wild, temptation burning on his skin. A gentle tug on his swim trunks could set the night ablaze. It did.