“And I’ve just signed a big contract with Mrs. Palmer’s company so we’ve been out celebrating…..on her expenses.”“Did you have you had a...good evening?” I carried on the useless conversation.“Yes thanks.” The man replied, “A nice meal and some nice wine and bottle of champagne…… then a couple of lines of Charlie.” “Ssshhhh!” The woman giggled as she struggled to put her finger to her bright red lips.The man put his left arm around her to stop her falling off the seat; then kissed Mrs Palmer. Although she fiercely struggled against the brute who wished to claim her virtue, she felt a part of her mind slip away. It seemed to hover above her and watched as the wretched young woman writhed beneath the swarthy man in her pathetic attempt to free herself from him. That small part of her looked with detached interest at the small motes of dust raised by her pounding fists and kicking legs in the dark corner of the carnival tent. She heard the raucous sound of many voices raised in merry. “Guys really do that..?” I said, truly amazed.“Oh yes. I think it’s a bit of a kink for them. They like to think they’ve made a major conquest if they can get to fuck a woman who likes getting on her knees and praying. Bit like when I’m sucking your cock really...” and she giggled. “Anyway...... I met you and you are MUCH nicer.....” she tailed off and I got the feeling ‘something’ was coming. She cuddled in close to me and I put my arms around her.“Rogerrrrr....” she purred, “I hope you don’t. 'As these thoughts concluded his gaze roamed over the Pacific, hoping against hope for the peace it promised. When his vision was focused due west, he noticed a disturbance on the face of the sea that he had never seen before. It looked as if a single waterspout was forming and growing in strength as he watched in fascinated wonder. When the waterspout was about to intersect the beach area, something shot from the apex looking like nothing more than a blue winged bird. As he watched the 'bird'.