. first I need a shower ... NOW.I don’t know if the hotel has a bath ... or hot water. I walked westish on Peninsula Beach road. I took the pedestri...n walkway up to Island Terrace. It’s noonish ... I’d slept myself out ... so I looked both ways ... twice.These folks drive on the left but at sea boats must obey right of way. And sailboats not under power have right of way ... as long as the sailboat isn’t stupid about it. Ships are clumsy and slow to stop.Island Terrace has a designated bike and. Normally I enjoy the whole experience from beginning to end, and I like it when it lasts long so I can savor every moment, but this time I was so itching that I just wanted to immediately burst. I kept going harder and harder. I felt the pressure slowly build up—or should I say, I made it build up with my imagination—as I continued feeling my body in just the way it wants to be pleasured. Somehow, even though this was all in my imagination, this self-caressing session felt better than a. "OK. Here goes. I met this guy at a stock meetin' in Atlanta. He said he was recruitin' and needed someone in Australia."Well, I ain't never been in Australia, so he got my interest. He sounded like he were interesting in hirin' me, an asked if I had a passport. I tol' him yep, since I needed one for buyin cattle on my last job." But what was the job? What do you do?" Interrupted Weena.Charlie took another pull from the bottle and continued on, "Well, I punched cows most of my life. Ever since. .."Dottie's eyes glistened. It was strange, this man's insight into her, his being able to look beyond the obvious, and she responded to it."I-I have two children..." she murmured."Boys... ?" A boy... a-and a g-girl..." Husband... ?"She was thoughtful for a moment, trying to judge just how much she should tell this big, rangy stranger. Finally, she said, "He's basically a g-good man... but I-I..." ... But, what... ?" he prodded."H-He drinks... and can't hold a j-job..." ... And, you've had to.