" Who was it then?" I don't know." You don't fucking know!" dad screamed. "Weren't your fucking eyes open?" He was in a costume." You had sex with som...one and you don't even know who it was? Are you crazy?" Dad asked incredulously."He ****d me," mom said softly."WHAT?" HE ****D ME," mom repeated, then in a softer voice added, "he caught me in the back garden...on our side." But...who," dad stammered, clearly stunned by the unexpected charge."I was coming home to get a bottle of rum...some. Sometimes such thoughts and their inevitable results happened much earlier in the play, when she was chatting up a man she had decided to fuck. If, say, she was wearing a little black dress and a very small bra at a dinner or drinks, this was obvious to her quarry. It always worked. It was her winning poker hand. On this occasion, which was taking place in the man’s plush hotel suite after a business conference dinner, she had allowed herself to be picked up. Not only was this one. ”“What?...but...why..?”“Because you want to...and you need to..”He had both hands on her hip now and he was behind her. There was not very much room, there was book-shelves covering all walls.“We have Von Aschenfick´s book on painless submission here..” he said as he rubbing his groin against her behind. Amelie knew it was happening again. She was getting horny again, against her own will. She let out a deep sigh. WHY?“And...Lotta Cox´s “painless humiliating for the next century”...there..”The. Making sure only her head was above the water she called out receiving no answer she called again. Waiting a few minutes Sharon decided to climb aboard. Looking round nervously she searched the deck only finding some deck shoes and towels Sharon decided to look below. Not thinking about the fact she was trespassing she slowly pulled open the hatch and slipped below. Searching below took her about 15 minutes, going slowly and quietly just in case someone was on board and hadn’t heard her calls.