”“Wow, sounds like you’re teaching my man some new tricks. I won’t be home till late tomorrow night. Are you going to stay there and keep teac...ing, if you know what I mean? "“If you don’t mind I think I will. I have something I want to show him how to do but I wanted to ask you first.”“What is it?” Mandy asked.“I want to show him anal. I want him to fuck my ass. But only if you want him to.”“Oh my, that sounds kinky. Doesn’t that hurt?”“Honey, not if you do it right. I will show him how and he. We talked about their jobs--Darin is an engineer, Tuyen is in graphic design--as well as some of their previous vacations. I played tour guide for them, too, telling them about other things they should do on the island, including visiting Tapuaetai, or "One Foot Island," which is a small islet on the corner of the island where, at low tide, you can walk out on a sandbank a long way away from the island. Darin didn't seem that interested, but Tuyen was, and she asked me if I would take her there. I could see that he was lost in thought, contemplating something. I was into the show, so I didn't pay any mind to his mood. I didn't think he was angry or anything, so I let it go. After the program was over he took the remote and turned off the TV and spoke."There's something I want to discuss. I want... I mean... I want to do something... different... and I want you to hear me out."I wasn't at all sure what this was about, but I could see that he was struggling with something he didn't quite. He’d been giving me unsettling looks in the showers for days – you know those ‘mmm… mmm… I’d just love to get to know that nice squishy butt of yours a little better’ kind of look. Well, that was the look he gave me. ‘Then, one afternoon in the queue for lunch he was stood behind me and he… he put his hand… down inside my… inside my pants and he… he… groped my bum like some kind of lecherous drunkard in a terrible 1970’s comedy film.’ ‘Oh Peter!’ Lindi gasped, ‘He didn’t… you know…’ ‘Rape.