The way he had kind of manipulated me verbally, it was not a request. I didn’t mind though, I really did want to please him and if that meant having...sex with his friend, well okay.I was not expecting what happened next. He handed me a pager and said that’s how I would be contacted. He also said I needed to adopt what he called a “trade name” to go by to preserve my privacy. He laughed when I selected the name Linda; it was just the first name that popped into my head. He thought it was funny. Glancing toward the front of the bus, I was greeted by the lustful gazes of three more pairs of eyes. Apparently our discretion had not been sufficient as the activity in the back of the bus was obviously noted by those in front. One of the dark haired guys was stroking himself as he watched, his hand down his dress slacks. I looked at my wife and gestured with my head, trying to signal to her the situation at the front. Rather than stop or glance around her playmate, she instead turned. I had a towel, a backpack with my laptop and I cracked a can of Rum and Coke (very Aussie thing to do).On the walk down to the beach, I passed a few people who said hello and overall I didn't get the feeling of a nude/naughty beach at all. Just normal people.Once the path ended, the directions I looked up online said to follow a lightly used path to the north which runs parallel to the beach and just behind the dunes. That is what I did. About fifty meters along this path, I stopped and. And as much as it would hurt him to do it, he knew he would have to set her free and hope she came back to him, like in that quote by Richard Bach."If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were."But Kyle wasn't going to give Lori carte blanche without some stipulations."I was really hoping it didn't come to this. But here we are," Kyle said solemnly, then bucked up and laid things out for Lori."I'm going to give you three choices," Kyle.