I leaned in and whispered, "O.K., I just know what I like, and I can't help but notice how intense you react when I'm buried balls deep in your tight ...ittle ass." "Here he comes", she said. "Who?", I asked turning to look over my shoulder in the direction she was looking. The young bartender ambled up and thanked us for the beer and introduced himself. I introduced myself and Cassie. Jeff, wanted to buy us a round and we accepted. I asked Jeff to join us and Cassie slid in further as Jeff eased. Mermaids were said to call to the sailors and drive them onto the rocks with a chilling laugh. Sirens sang a beckoning to pull unwary shipmates to a dark, watery doom just beyond the depths of the deep harbour’s limits. The little beach near the mouth of the harbour was called Wreck Beach. There are approximately eighty-six Smuggler’s Coves on this stretch of coastline alone, and Wreck Beach is owned with pride by the villagers, simply for being different, although it was used for smuggling in. Her laughing eventually became crying. "It's all his fault."Ryan looked at the partially empty bottle of vodka and decided. "Yeah. Ineed this. Thanks to TYLER, for giving me this dumpy body, and this craplife, then winning the Superbowl, and marrying Tiffany! Thank you,Tyler, or should I say Ryan!" With that, Ryan called in to work beforeshe was too drunk to remember herself.###The next few days, Ryan put on her face, going to class and work. Thegirls she went out with from class wouldn't speak. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to apologize for." You said I was crazy, and that you were sorry that you had even thought of having sex with me." Oh, that. Well, umm, I guess I'm sorry about that. Okay?" She looked into my eyes to see whether she was forgiven. I decided that her apology was enough, so I softened my look; there did not seem to be any advantage to be gotten by continuing to seem offended."Okay. Now, if you didn't come here to apologize, why did you come?"She looked.