" Yes Daddy, he really does look like a faggot," the small man says. "Why is he leashed up like that?" he asks."He probably isn't man enough to take c...re of himself sweetie, and has to have a man take control of him and tell him what to do," he answers. "They are the worst kind of faggot, their slutty behavior makes us all look bad." I'm not like that, am I Daddy," he asks. "No sweetie, you are a perfect little boy," he answers as they walk away.Its so embarrassing to have to stand there and. Slowly I regained my senses and lifted myself off her. She sucked in air as my weight moved off her petite body.'I don't know what's to do with me; I shouldn't be getting turned on bythis. I should be annoyed and threatening divorce.'I'm so glad that you're not angry; I don't know what made me do it. Thewhole thing was bizarre, he was a horrible man, unshaven, dirty working clothes but this just made it all the more exciting.''What about the other man?' I asked.'Men.' she replied, rather. ' Whatever the reason, any hope of returning to civilisation must now rest somewhere upon the island.'Here I am,' you think. Strangely, most of the fog seems to have lifted and you can get a better sense of your surroundings. The beach has an undeniably creepy edge to it thanks to the long, deceptive shadows cast by the pale light of the moon. Your lantern provides a thin line of defense against the encroaching darkness, but only seems to deepen the inky shadows cast by craggy rocks and jetsam. "Where did you buy the car?" he asked."At Fred Collins Motors, over on 5th. It's just a little place, but he was very nice."Bobby snorted. He knew about that place from conversations with Raul. Many people had come into Raul's garage with cars recently bought from Fred Collins. They seemed to specialize in acquiring cars that insurance companies declared totaled after being in accidents, paying local body shops to do cosmetic repairs, then playing games with the car titles to cover their tracks.