Odd. How can this woman look smug and be that angry at the same time?“Enjoy your last meal,” she sneered. “I hope you got your rocks off molesti...g my sons and daughters. You didn’t get the memo about touching someone’s kids.”Six of the slabs of resort muscle soon appeared.One asked, “Where is the man you accuse of molesting your children and many others?”She pointed to me and went off in a tirade.“Is this a joke, ma’am?” the security guy asked.“I don’t make jokes,” she sneered at him.I saw his. It looked in pretty good condition, no scratches or dings on the body; the neck was smooth, and all of the inlays were still where they should be.“Give it a whirl,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to crank that amp up, there’s not all that many other people around.”I checked the tuning, and played the intro to ‘Before you Accuse Me’. I liked the tone, I switched between the various pickups, I couldn’t hear any hum coming through them. It felt good in my hands, more importantly, it sounded good. Soon their taxi would be here, and shewouldn’t have to worry about looking at the stranger a fewyards away. But the taxi was of little help. It seemed he appearedeverywhere they went, always popping into her view when Tomcouldn’t see him. He stared at her at the restaurant. Hestared at her at the beach. He stared at her at the museum.With each sighting, his lust grew heavier on her. Hisintentions seemed to take on physical form, exciting herpussy and breasts with invisible. "We don't wanta go too far."Vicky stared at him. What did he consider too far? They'd already gone down on each other, and earlier he'd been part of an orgy with Don and Shelly. Frank's morality was a little hard to understand."What do you mean, Frank?" she asked."Well, it really wouldn't be right for us to fuck, Vicky," he said. "That'd be cheating on Don and Joan."Vicky could hardly believe her ears. Hadn't he cheated on Joan already? Apparently he thought it was okay to cheat with Shelly,.