Limerick Lust
"River cruise captain Chiamaka navigates the Shannon—but the thick Tanzanian tourist who books a private sunset tour wants to explore more than just the waterways."
The booking was specific: sunset, private, romantic.
"Celebrating alone?" Chiamaka asked.
"Recovering," Rehema corrected. "From a marriage that shouldn't have happened."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Those thick curves settled into the seat. "Show me the river. Make me forget."
The Shannon was beautiful at dusk.
But Chiamaka kept watching her passenger instead.
"You're staring," Rehema observed.
"Sorry."
"Don't be." She patted the seat beside her. "Anchor somewhere quiet. Sit with me."
The anchored boat rocked gently as they came together.
Rehema's recovery was hands-on. Chiamaka's navigation skills extended beyond waterways.
"This isn't professional," Chiamaka gasped.
"This is healing." Rehema pulled her closer. "Don't stop."
Limerick's river tours gained reputation.
The private sunset cruises especially.
"Best captain in Ireland," tourists said.
Rehema agreed, though her assessment was more personal.
"Same time next year?" she asked.
"Every year. Whatever you need."
Some waters, they learned, ran deeper than any river.