“We’re … we’re a pretty close group out here, ” I said. “We pick on each other but we also look after each other.”“As your shoulder at...ests, ” Clayton said.“Well, yeah, ” I said. “Liz is the only drill sergeant we need.”“Hey!” Liz interjected. “I’m not that bad.”“I don’t think he meant it as an insult, ” Clayton said. “The drill sergeant is the top of the organizational chart. He sets the goals and expectations of the group. He gives the orders.”“That is exactly how I meant it, ” I said. “We. Around 12:30 I brought the boat to a shallower area where I knew there was a wreck that we could do a little snorkeling around and anchored the boat.My wife starting breaking out the lunch that we had brought as the rest of us set up the table and rearranged the cockpit chairs to eat. Since the weather had warmed up nicely and we were no longer speeding through the water on skis, the skins that we were wearing were no longer needed so most of us decided to strip out of them before we ate. As my. I'd never seen them before. They were like something an 18 year old would wear on a night out not something a 55 year old mother would wear shopping. They barely covered my breasts and bottom and with no underwear I was completely exposed.I ate breakfast on the floor. We then left in his car. We headed out of the city. When we were on the open road he told me to take my top off. I hesitated. "Do you want me to stop the car and punish you." I quickly took the top off. The journey was uneventful. .. until a stranger comes to the door.Walking home alone one warm, humid evening, after a few drinks at thebar with some girlfriends, I could feel him following me as I walkeddown the alleys and back roads. I could see no one but a stray cat and afew birds returning to their nests for the night, but could hear distantfootsteps and the fading noises of the city... and someone a little waybehind me. I knew it was a man, as the steps were far apart and heavy,and there was no clacking noise as.