He was skinny and tall, as far as I could tell. He looked clean, but, again obviously, didn’t take a lot of trouble over his appearance. Glasses –...far from fashionable – a beard and hair apparently trimmed down more or less evenly with clippers. Face and hands somewhat weathered. Generic shirt under a light high-vis jacket.He looked up as I got closer and, full marks, met my eyes after a brief glance at the rest of me, and stood. Wow.“Excuse me,” I smiled, “is that your bike out there?”“Erm,. .what just happened um Jake tell me what's going on the...there's nothing there" calm down what do you mean there's nothing there" i said trying to sound as clueless as possible"no jaky this isn't funny what's happening look my hand it" i just looked at her and new i couldn't hide this way not that i could exactly explain it i was on the floor in a towel soaking wet witch made it even harder to think"look Amy i cant explain it but would you believe me if i told you not to panic and just relax. She removes her helmet as well placing it next to his as she reaches up and rubs the mans short goatee before using her hand to tilt his chin down enough for her to kiss him."Who in the hell is that guy!" Frank said out loud to himself as he felt his usual bit of jealously towards anyone getting attention from Mallory.The couple walks hand in hand to the door before disappearing inside as Frank calls his wife back again."Hey I'm really busy now honey what is it." Eva answers the phone almost. I nipped round bank and paid it in quick. Daft bastard on counter near fainted at size of cheque but I drew out a fair few quid and went about me business.Fifteen bloody days voyage took, bloody steamship broke down on the way but at last I had some brass in bank and could come home instead of scratting round down South America way meking a bob or two here an there.I went to see Harbour master what were a mate of mine, we had a chat for a few minutes then I asked “Where’s slave market, I.