Gilligan nervously approached her as she emerged from the water and walked up onto the sand, meeting him on the bank.“I know what you were doing Gil...igan,” she softly whispered to him as his eyes grew wider in perception.“I know you were watching me,” she seductively said while easing up closer to him.She leaned up and kissed Gilligan while placing both her hands on his chest. It was a long, ravenous kiss that seemed to go on forever. “Is that what you wanted?” She gently whispered. Gilligan. You just couldn't keep your damn mouth shut." Joyie, please put the gun down before somebody gets hurt."She giggled. "You mean you don't you?" Dammit, Joyie! This is not funny."The whole time we were talking I was running through several ideas in my head to get the gun away from her, none of which were anywhere near workable. The only thing I could think to do was rush her. Maybe she would be so off-balanced by my attack she wouldn't pull the trigger. Even if the gun did go off, she was so. She was my inspiration; corny as it might sound. I was going to miss her.She had told me that posing nude and being painted never failed to turn her on. In the last four weeks I had found out just how true this was.“I thought you said you hated your parents.”She looked at me and was silent for a few seconds. I felt as though she was going to tell me something but then she smiled sadly and merely said,“Aww, I think you’re going to miss me Pete.”I grinned at her and sighed. I was certainly going. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run.