You are sitting on a beach, warm and vacant, with the ocean lapping back at the shore during high tide. Birds roost nearby along with the gull that ha... so rudely awoken you."How did I get here?" you wonder aloud as you search your memories for anything relevant. Like a bolt of lightning, it hits you fast and out of nowhere. The memory of your plane is called forth. It's hazy and scattered but you can clearly remember the roll of thunder and the crack of lightning as you looked around the cabin. So whats your name I asked "lacey , oh yes I remember im becky , I remeber she replied looking into my eyes with those gorgeous green eyes , becky yes lacey dont think im strange or anything but I think you are very preety , thankyou I said I could feel my cheeks slightly blushing im not a lesbian I told her I can tell she said but have you ever been with a girl once at all in your life ; no I said well forgive me for saying but I thought I wasnt a lesbian once but then tried it and have never. My fingers tantalized the surface of her skin. I did her entire back several times, approaching the two most interesting areas several times each but not more often than any other area.She didn't protest when I pushed the towel down an inch and slid my fingers underneath onto the more sensitive skin of her buttocks, actually giving her loudest response when I did. Sensing that she had relaxed completely, I decided to show her something new. This next thing had always made Darlene hotter than a. I presumed that these were liveaboards--boats that people lived in on a day-to-day basis. I wandered up and down the piers while taking in the sometimes whimsical decorations. Virtually all of them had a heavy power cable leading to a gray painted metal post.I came up on an older black lady with wrinkles around her lips sitting in a lawn chair, facing out at a sailboat. She seemed quite depressed. I stopped to talk to her.“I couldn’t help but notice you looked pretty down. Anything I can do?”.