”“Well, lucky for you, I always pack extra for a hike. Here, I haven’t drank out of this one.”“Oh, thanks.”“Welcome. Good clearing you�...ve found. Perfect spot for a rest.”“Yeah, it’s really nice. I found it last time I came up. I ... uh ... had more water then.”“Well, you didn’t bring enough water, but you packed pepper spray ... I know why I’M alone today; who bailed on you?”“Couple friends. Decided it was more a nice beach day than a nice hike day, but I had my heart set on this.”“I can see. Just then, I noticed the beautiful woman on the other side of thestreet. She was 30, with long, dark hair that was wrapped in a scarf,and wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. She looked quite sexy andsophisticated as she stood there, smoking her cigarette and chatting ona cell phone, just like any normal passerby. However, I knew different.The woman's name was Emma Parish, though she went by the code name ofNightshade. She was a British citizen and a top agent of a rivalagency, one with ties to. Look we don't like wearing clothes either. Shall we all get comfortable?"With that she stripped off her suit, revealing a glorious body, tits almost as big as Mom's, but the surprise was she had no pubic hair. She stood with one leg turned in, a model's pose, but I must have stared at her pussy. "Like that, Ham? One of the islanders had a box of disposable razors, so some of us like to shave. Both my brothers do, see?" Both the men had nothing but little tufts above their large cocks. Art,. It had to be in person. The rehearsal wedding was the next day, and I couldn’t let Rachel marry this guy. I just couldn’t let her marry a guy who would do this to her. I called a few more times, but received no answer. She must have been busy with the wedding, because she wasn’t at work either. I paced for nearly two hours, nearly crying. How could Todd do this? Didn’t he realize that Rachel was, well, amazing? I nearly put my fist into my window and collapsed into bed. I needed sleep, tomorrow.