"Hey, what can it hurt?" I said in my most winning fashion.Still doubtful, she picked up her phone and pushed two buttons. "Elaine?" she said into it...."It's Karen, in the front. Look, there's a man here, he says his name is Contain—" Costain," I repeated loudly. "Larry Costain." Larry Costain," she corrected into the phone. She spelled it, looking at me for confirmation; I nodded. "He's very insistent that the Senator will want to see him. Can you—" Pause. "No, he's not on the list, but he. Now, the section of transport I was in charge of at the time was oddball to say the least, a couple of cranes, four sewage tankers, a few water bowsers, included a couple newish ones with high capacity pumps, a fact that did not escape the notice of an ex pat who lived up to the north of the island who accosted me in a bar one morning in the second month saying he was having trouble with his swimming pool and needing it “pumped out,” while his wife was away on holiday for a small but fairly. His index finger was gently stroking up and down her pussy while they lay there looking at each other, oblivious to me or anyone else.This was such a shock to me. I had never seen something like this and I couldn't fathom someone doing something so sexual on a public beach.This was no good for me. I felt my heart start racing out of control, still in shock that a few feet away a couple was getting sexy with each other in the open.How do they do this? Why are they not afraid of being seen? I was. Her figure was hard to tell through her heavy coat. Her legs looked nice in her well fitting jeans, curvy rather than slim, but still with the advantage of youth. Unfortunately she was standing facing him with her back against the wall and so he was unable to take a view on maybe her most important characteristic. He was now too close, she had spotted him. "Karin? Nice to meet you," he said. She was taken slightly by surprise as she'd been looking the other way."James!" She smiled. He smiled.