“So when was the last time you had sex?” She asked. “About a week before she left.” I smiled embarrassed a little. “Not really wanted it sin...e then.” She gasped at me. “Really I couldn't go that long.” “I've gone longer than that.” I smiled. “I've not really been interested.” We reached a secluded spot just before the cabins and she grabbed my hand. “We can't have that. Come on.” I explained that I wasn't interested in a relationship and that we should just call it a night. She smiled and said.. It seems that one-week every year they got together and each videotape represented one year. She couldn’t hide all of those tapes from her husband forever and wanted them put on DVDs that she could hide easily. My wife said that we would be pleased to make copies for her but that it would take some time to do it. Twelve six-hour tapes was a lot of copying. Marilyn told us to take our time but swore us to secrecy. We swore, took the shoebox, and then left before her husband came home from the. Well ,I knew he fancied her but I did not expect him to betray our friendship this waywe have been mates 30 yrs and are like brothers I helped him build his house and on more than one occasion got him out of trouble when his drinking made him pick on guys twice his size ,I even ended up in Casualty after taking a fist that was aimed at him,we went on Hollidays together, his wife Julie was definitely worth a wank and hinted at wife swapping, but at that time we seemed to just take it as flirting. I shifted and lifted my rifle when I saw the large fin raise out of the water beside us, “turn to the west a little and head for the trees.”From the size of the fin the fish had to be almost as long as the boat. The fin sank as the boat turned and I glanced back towards the other boats. It was a minute before I saw the very tip of the fin speeding towards us from the right. I moved to the side screen and aimed as it quickly came closer.As the fin emerged and just before the fish struck I fired..