Eleven hours later, I’d be pulling into Galveston. An hour later, I’d be standing by the edge of the water with a surfboard in my arms waiting for...a wave.”“You’re kidding,” Amanda said looking at her father. She couldn’t imagine him being a surfer.“Nope. The day after you told me about your rather unusual threesome, I was two hours late to work. I had eased over into that lane. I had driven for an hour before my common sense caught up to me,” he answered. He picked up his fork and took a chunk. It was such a small thing, well maybe to her, but to me — it was certainly heroic.So that’s what started me on the path of being much less afraid to take action. I understood why those other customers avoided the counter during his spittle-producing rage, but I decided I would never leave someone in a similar position, and I have done my best to live up to that.What I call my first official ‘save’ was actually on a running trail just outside of town. I was jogging and passed a girl who had. Then she pulled out her purse, extracted a piece of paper, a photograph from it and methodically tore it into pieces. ‘Is something wrong?’, I asked. ‘Yes, these bloody windows don’t open,’ she replied, hitting the window with her fist. She was on the verge of tears, I moved across the aisle and put an arm round her. She buried her head in my chest and pounded the table with her fist. ‘Oww,’ the last blow had missed the table and hit my leg. ‘Oh, I am so very sorry,’ she replied, ‘don’t. UMMMSo for 15 min we fucked, pure fucking. She would orgasm and start yelling thank you Jesus. Don't stop please, Kept pumping her and she worked her ass up and her pussy inside. Could feel her working hard to give me good feeling back. Heard knock at the door, we were like k**s ran up on by parents. Got my pants fixed and she got dressed. Sit to the table, I will get ride of her. Well she did not, was her neighbor asking/ I see the police are you ok. You look shook up, has someone beat you up?.