’ he said. ‘Now just why the hell did I do that,’ he thought. Sara Wood took his card as if someone had just given her a burning stick of dynami...e, or a one pound bar of gold. The conflict she felt was instant and extreme. She looked at the card intently for a moment, then stuck it in her pants. The radio on Ed McCarley’s belt came to life: ‘2141.’ He slipped the radio free of it’s holster and brought it to his mouth. ‘2141, go ahead.’ ‘2141. 17B Main and Oaklawn, possible fatalities.’ ‘2141,. We helped Auntie Mary with the chores and later in the afternoon went to the beach we were petty much left to our devices as our Aunt had no idea of looking after us. Don’t get me wrong there was plenty of food and we were well cared for but there was no interaction between us and Aunt Mary this gave us a free rein we could come and go as we pleased.Has the older one I accepted responsibility for Janet we held hands going to the beach although the beach wasn’t crowded we found a secluded area. God I loved the firstthrust from him. Still, under no means was I to speakuntil spoken to or given a free cue. Nick pile drove me from behind. Putting his full weightinto every thrust, filling every ounce of me and thensome. He grunted as he fucked me. “Dirty fucking slut. Takeit. Take my god damn cock, because you know you wantit, bitch. Don’t even deserve my fucking cock. Butyou’re a god damn hell of a fuck, do you know that youfucking whore?”Between moans I managed to. The feds came in and did the only thing possible, chased out the nudist because they were the reason the gawkers were there. The gawkers themselves couldn't be touched. Like their illegally parked cars, there were too many of them. The fact that the nudists were now gone was widely publicized and the gawkers eventually stopped coming to look for them. Fast forward eight years when my parents started renting a cottage in Wellfleet taking along their three year old daughter, me. Every one.