I held my breath as I opened the door and entered the lobby.There were a few guys in the lobby, maybe waiting for the next show to begin. I approached...the counter to buy my ticket."Are you alone tonight Miss?" asked the ticket taker. I ignored his question."One ticket Please," I said not wanting to make small talk as my nerves were again getting the best of me.He took my money and handed me the ticket as he winked. I ignored his advance, if that's what it was, and turned to find my way into the. " Marty said changing the subject and I began to get worried again."My spies tell me that you're out of sorts lately and not your normal happy-go-lucky self. You're not feeling unwell or anything, are you?" No, I'm feeling fine health-wise. I don't know where you got that idea, Marty." Oh come on, Josh. Betty's known you long enough to know that something's not kosher. She tells me that for the last few months you've been really down. What is it, money troubles? You know that if I can help out. As he took off his sword and removed his pistol from his belt, he eyed his captive like a starving man eyes a whole roast turkey. His eyes followed her curves and as his gaze caressed her bare neck, shoulders and pronounced cleavage she thought she saw his kilt twitch. He leisurely closed the gap between them and produced a metal shackle from a drawer somewhere. His hand reached up and stroked her neck and clavicle, before slipping the shackle around her neck. It was covered in silk and soft to. The pedolo hire was right on the beach, and was managed by two Spanish guys in jeans and teeshirts. Despite my previous antics, I think hubby was still taken aback slightly when I packed all my clothes, including my bikini top, into the beach bag and started walking over to the pedolo place; still topless in tiny bikini bottoms.I approached the two guys, smiled and asked to hire a pedolo. He looked very pleased to see me and I asked if he would look after my bag during our ride, to which he.