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River plunged into the lake. Lena floated a bit away from the waterfall, where the surface was no longer foaming. Water was very cold, but not enough to quench fires burning inside Lena. Left hand was still twitching, from pinky finger through base of index finger and down to her wrist. Tingling in her right arm flowed radiating from the elbow. Nipples were hard, contributing to strong goosebumps that goaded sparks of pleasure to flow down her chest towards her solar plexus, then curving towards ribs, left and right, almost gathering at her diaprhagm. Quivering joy teased her sense of touch. It seemed to Lena as if someone is caressing her back, from shoulders to butt, almost all the way to her tailbone. It was right there that tingling and sparks melded with heat that emanated just under her navel, seeping down her thighs. Her knees were almost vibrating, as if this heat was again transformed to current that tickled her shins and stinging her toes. From time to time, she would kick with her legs, partly to keep afloat, partly to give in to the urge which impelled her to have a good stretch and test her legs with powerful kick. She was thirsty. Still parched even after dozens of gulps of the lake's cold water. Cracked lips burned with heat. She could feel her ears glowing, pulsating with warmth. Eyelids were heavy, inviting her to close them and fall asleep. Maybe she would oblige, would it not for the desire of her body which demanded action. She craved swimming, running, jumping, flying. She turned and looked at Ambroze. Thick gray beard and hair covered his chest down to his belly button. He flailed his withered ancient arms, trying to cover his, also graying, pubic hair with his drinking gourd. Hanging balls moved pendulously, as he was trying to find his way to enter the lake. "Is it too cold?" wheeze Ambroze. Lena smiled and turned to swim towards the shore "Not at all, it's very pleasant..."