I hear someone approach and try hard to remain perfectly still. It's him. Without having to open my eyes, I can feel that it is him, the god. My body ...rembles slightly as he lays down in the grass beside me. I turn my head towards him and marvel at his nakedness. Everything about him is oversized. He must truly be a god, and what kind of a woman would I be if I didn’t feel the urge to give him myself as a tribute?I turn my face away from him, a sign of complete submission, and lay my arms. I knew she was already dating. I hoped when I got a girlfriend, she’d look like my cousin.The hole in the plaster was low enough that I had to get on my knees. The rooms in this place couldn’t decide if they retained their 1930s grand décor, or were just in need of renovation. Maybe that was part of the resort’s supposed charm; the Borscht Belt staying as it’s always been. I’d have preferred HBO, but think it’s OK to go kosher for a few weeks each summer.It was dim on the other side -- the. Take another picture, send it to me and wait for further instructions."I wondered just how I was going to be able to take a clear photograph of the inserted dildo. I mean, I'm flexible, but not flexible enough to get a high standard image. I pulled the big mirror that he keeps in there closer to the chair and positioned myself so that I could see. I reached for the pink one and slowly licked the end and started to suck the bulbous end. I was smiling, as I knew this wasn't an instruction, it was. “That all you needed then?” I asked, “Off to your sweetheart now?”“What must you think of me!” she said, her flushed face breaking into a beautiful smile, “Here. Lie down here. Let’s take this off.”I did as instructed. She removed my boxers in the spirit of one tossing aside a nuisance. If it was not clear before, it was now. I was going to have sex with this strange girl in my room. In the middle of an almighty downpour, sheltered within the humble structure of a cheap cottage at the beach.