My mystery man did help to keep my mind on the lighter things in life, but I couldn't keep my mind from dwelling on my failed marriage. This trip was ...upposed to help us. We were supposed to spend extra time together on this trip doing fun things together. Instead, my husband was upstairs. In the condo. Doing work. My eyes panned over the people on the beach. There were families and couples scattered in various places all over the beach. Some with coolers, umbrellas, and blankets. They had. " She lifted her chin and smiled contentedly, then glanced out of the window."I often stopped here with my husband, this place is called 'Gallows Hill'; this pole is where the gallows once stood. Many men were despatched here. I can just imagine them, noosed and naked but for a white shroud, the coffin they sat on during their last journey, in the back of the cart waiting for them. I can imagine lots of smiling women in the crowd and hear them cheer as the cart is drawn away. Many would have. I shiver. She touches my shoulder and then runs her hand down my arm and leans into me. Our lips touch, ever so gently. I feel her tongue start to part my lips.Then I stepped back. “I’m not like that.”“Sorry, I thought ... Crossed signals. I’m sorry.”_Lori and Becky never spoke of the incident, and no one else on the team ever came on to Becky; Lori had spread the word that Becky was straight.Fuck. I’m touching myself again. Damn, I’m really wet. She sighed and gave up, too horny to resist. She. Once they had their fun cleaning my insides out, they pulled the hose out of my ass and I had to go back to my toilet spot and expel it again. Then they threw me a towel and told me to get dry before coming inside to get my veggies.I tried to take my time getting dry because I was worried about all those things going up my cunt and ass, especially those ghost peppers. They would surely burn my insides and I would probably have to go to a doctor to get it taken care of. And I would have to.