Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and Rick turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing her back af...ectionately, "what's wrong, doll?" Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns the house and he has his secretary with him." Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled."Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted. "Listen doll, if you want to go back to the mainland today you could go with us, I've got some business to attend. Looking in her rear-view mirror she saw ‘The Guardian’ pull in behind her. However the sergeant did not get out right away. After a few minutes Amy-Sue got back in the truck with a big ice-cold mountain dew and kicked back to enjoy it. The Sergeant came over to introduce herself, “Hi, my name is Mary Johnson; please excuse me, but I am not talking to you on official business.”“What can I do for you?” inquired Amy.“Well, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it,” she. He is sitting just to the side of me, watching me intently and slowlystroking himself. In front of me is a large mirror, and in that mirror Isee a dressed-up, tortured sex doll, her shaking legs, held apart by aspreader bar at her ankles, clad in white shiny stockings held up bygarters attached to a tiny-wasted, white, long leather corset, viciouslygripping her body from her hips to her chest. Her arms disappear behindher into a white leather armbinder. Her platinum-blonde-wigged head. She would leave her room at sunrise, large sun umbrella over her shoulder, straw sun hat tied on against the breeze, carrying a canvas chair and a large tote which contained her supplies for the day: water, some yogurt and fruit, her book or books, and a Kindle. Over her other shoulder was a pair of binoculars. Often she would do nothing but stare at the wreck trying to convince herself the rescuers would somehow find him alive while searching the half-submerged ship.Of course, she hadn't.