It was on Ninth Avenue, in main town Whitechurch,.Alabama It was a dive, the outer walls were covered in graffiti and what wall paint was visible was ...eeling and chipped. The paint that showed on the way was in places visible as a once pale yellow. There was one window on the left hand side, there was a large amount of grime covering its pane it was barely recognisable as a window. Christopher motioned to Marion ‘Shall we go in?’. Although he was the second in command, he was allowing Marion. .the beach is only another couple miles in the distance……… was the mantra running through my mind as my hands sliced cleanly through the ocean water. In the predawn light I could barely make out the Malibu pier ahead on my left as I veered away, always keeping a cautious watch for discarded fishing lines. Chemical runoff, discarded nets, and fishing paraphernalia often washed up on the beach. Disgusted I shook my head, at least the occasional jellyfish was a natural danger I could sometimes. The thong's back sliding into my ass-crack is an added bonus. I then put on a slinky black jersey mini-dress, which allows a peek at the white skin at the top of my stockings. I put on my brunette wig with the little flip at the bottom and some great bangs. I clip on some long earrings. Sitting at the wife's vanity, I apply a red lipstick and gloss to my lips. I make up my eyes with some flattering shadow and add just a little color to my cheeks. I put on some nails, also red. Watching the Mrs.. I could look away for a few seconds, but I was inevitably drawn back to her. She was sitting at a window table that overlooked the harbour. Two of her friends (I assumed) were with her. One I could only see from the back; a mass of wavy, careless auburn locks was her most distinctive feature. The other, sitting between the two by the window was small, dark haired in what I thought of as a pixie cut. She wasn't especially pretty as far as I could tell.I was sitting in the middle of the narrow.