I laid down the money and tip. Well the Fates were against me tonight. Just then, someone started playing Terry Gibbs's song 'Somebody's Knocking.'Lor... it's the devil would you look at himI looked up and in walked Mike. 'DAMN, of all my luck!' To make matters worse he was carrying flowers and chocolates. He looked at me; all I could think of was that I must look like a deer in deadlights. I stood up, muttered something about an emergency, and tried to skid past him. I thought it had worked when. L...e...i...g...h. Leigh the French way to spellthe name, first name is Rohanna also Sir?" she said and took Earlsome M&M's in a small bowl to nibble on, that was his normal snackfood for meetings so far Bill had noticed.The teens whole name rattled around in Bill's head even harder now,he had heard or read that name more than a few times? Maybe the kid'sfamily was from France, but she had no accent...her accent wasstrange...California like...but kind of British too or Irish?That is when. Blocking my view was a mountain of seal fur. On my side now with my head slightly back I was looking into the face of what was obviously a Bull sea lion.Slowly my thoughts cleared and I looked down along the bulk of furred flesh that blocked my view. I could see the red protrusion of the bulls growing penis and I new then that I had not been dreaming but some how the bull had arrived on the beach without me hearing him and now he wanted to mate me. His front flipper fell across my breast and. I recognized the model. It was SPIKED. He was a very daring boy. Those spikes would dig into his flesh every time he got an erection. But more importantly, up until now, he didn't have a keyholder. He had not lived out his fantasy fully.Well, that was about to change.The next day, I dressed in fuck-me boots, a corset and a short leather skirt with nothing under it, put the key on a necklace, and went in early. There was still a possibility, however slim, that I had misunderstood what was going.