"8 and 1/2 inches." she told me with a smug look, just before lighting her cigarette.In retrospect I wonder what that girl would'a done if I told her ... had a 10 and a half inch demon lurking in my trousers. Anyhow a few days after I got to talk to her Vinny, or one of his thugs, left a note for me: "Don't mess around in our business, or you'll find your self in a pine box." it was scribbled in what looked like a kid's handwriting.I told Johnny about it, and when he asked what I was gonna do,. . well ... the lorry and driver for hire did the work ... I paid.So ... I suppose that’s the reason I was already living in the Carey’s Bay Hotel when ... five weeks later the Cat and Cyn radioed in asking for accommodations for a 65 foot catamaran.Sounds simple doesn’t it?Wasn’t.The Hotel had stopped accommodations for travelers years before. They were now a Public house, a bar, a lounge, a conservatory, the forecourt, a courtyard and a snug.The cheerful public bar is full of local flavour.. He squeezed my butt 3-4 times and then inserted his finger inside my crack, running it up and down. I was getting weak in my knees and fumbled while reading. The teacher looked up to see why I had stopped reading and he pulled his hand down quickly. It was a little disappointing though to feel his hand move away. My heart was racing and I couldn’t concentrate on the words so I told her I need to sit and put my head down as I was not well. She immediately asked someone else to continue. “Nice to meet you,” I say. “I’m Sarah.”“That’s a pretty name,” she adds and holds onto my hand longer than I’m comfortable with.“So is June. My favorite month, actually.”“Two pretty names for two pretty girls,” she says with a wink and walks away.Holy shit, she was hitting on me. I blush with the realization, but then get really embarrassed. Was I supposed to flirt back? No. I have a boyfriend. I’m straight for fucks sake. I mean, I agree with Carl, everyone’s a little bi. But I’m not.