I found and lit every candle I owned- not really all that many- on the porch, and we snuggled closer on our chaises, finally free from the sun’s opp...essive heat. I couldn’t keep my eyes- or my hands- off her body, and she seemed to drink in my gaze, to soak up my touch. I swallowed hard to keep from asking about the future. No, I told myself. Live here. Be here for as long as you can.As night finally fell, and, in the double-darkness of a town with no electricity and a canopy of trees that. "I can't," she blubbed. "I know what you want from me, and I can't do that. I don't know why I did that and ... I'm sorry!"She pushed her chair away from the table with the back of her legs. "You did those things because it was your innermost desire," I replied, causing most of the café to turn their attention to Maisie and I, talking loudly. "You desperately wanted to play the lead role in a gangbang. And you did. That's what you fantasise about, isn't it?" No!" She screeched and backed away. Ryan applied a hefty film of sun-block on my extremely fair skin, while I "sized up" the men walking by. It didn't take long before a very handsome black man walked by and set down a canvas tote bag on the sand about 30 feet in front and to the right of us. He was about 6'2" tall with a shaved head and he wore a loose-fitting flowered shirt and long, baggy shorts. He pulled a towel out of his bag and laid it out. Then he turned away from the water (and most of the people) to remove his clothes.. . DON'T... MARK ME... ?" YOU DISOBEYED ME! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GETTING IT!"Then, clearly, in the still, night air, Lois heard the unmistakable crack of leather on bare flesh. She found herself re-coiling with each of the three blows. My God!... ! What can I do?She thought of running back to tell Stan... try to get him to report it... but there was only a moan from the girl. It must have hurt her... terribly! She didn't leave; instead, she crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her, and.