...i ended up meeting this older french guy while i was there and he kept slipping me drinks...i hadn't really drank very much before then so i got ti...sy pretty quick...he asked me to come back to his room with me he said he had somethinghe wanted toshow me...he must have been about 30 or so...i was 16 and very pretty...i think by then i had had sex with only one person the guy who was my boyfriend at the time and i was very naive...so i agreed to go up to his room with him...he was wearing a. Their hands were bound behind their backs and there was a bullet hole in the back of their heads. They had not been in the water for any great length of time. Their boat was nowhere to be found.I considered the information. How much should I tell Anna Maria? Would she be upset or frightened if she knew the manner of her husband and his brother's death? And what of the money that had mysteriously appeared in her account? I sat in my office for some time, thinking of how I should deal with this. I felt like I’d just taken a ride on the Coney Island Cyclone.Oscar came over with the chocks. He’d seen what had transpired and he lit into me the moment the engine stopped. I couldn’t hear him at first, over the cracking and popping of the cooling exhaust pipes. But his voice started getting clearer the minute things died down, “What’s the matter with you!! Are you trying to scare our customers to death?”My mystery woman tittered and said, “That was me, not him. And I think it was the other. “Now let me show you the difference. Take off the shirt.” And then she handed me one of the large sleeveless shirts. When I finally got it tucked in and my shorts buttoned, it only took one glance in the mirror to see the difference. Even when tucked in, the large sleeve holes exposed almost all of my sides, and when I moved just right, one could see all of my small tits through the arm holes.“Well?”“I ... I don’t know what to say. I look ... I don’t know ... sexy, provocative, daring ....