This is what he loved about the life, sitting on his dock, listening to calm of the fall night. The only sounds in the air were that of birds flying south for winter and the water lapping against the shore. This was truly heaven.

The place hadn’t changed much over the years; the only real difference was he. He had change immensely over the years. The years since he vacationed up here with his parents had just about everything he could asked for in this life. They used to come up for the entire summer, he was fifteen, had no idea that what was about to happen this summer would change his life forever. Some minor changes and some changes which even to today he still felt. That summer was one of the best of his life; he had met this great girl, Michelle, and made several new friends. They spent their days hanging around the town and their nights drinking and smoking dope and making out. They had no cares in the world; all they cared about was the now, not the tomorrow and not the yesterday, just the now. The last night of that summer would always stick out, for several reasons. It was the night he and Michelle made love on the beach only 10 minutes away from where he was now. It was also when he made the contract. The contract that brought him back to this spot over 60 years later.

In the distance the faint sound of a twig breaking broke the silence of the night. This was perfect, Frank thought to himself as he leaned back and looked up to the stars, the same way he had after he and Michelle had practiced the age-old art of love making. He could still remember the way she felt against his naked body. Her pubic hairs gently rubbing against his thigh, her breasts resting on his chest and the way her hair tickled his nose, he remembered it all, even the way her hair smelled. Like that night he looked up at the stars and thought about the sheer beauty of the world around him. This was paradise and if he could only live for one more minute, this is where he’d want to live it.