‘Now c’mon. Let’s get out of here before someone finds out what happened here.’ She nodded and allowed me to lead her out to my car. We got in...and I drove back to my place. I guess now is a good time to explain a little more about myself. I am a 35-year-old very successful man. I stand at 5 foot 9 inches tall and have gained a little muscle since my high school years. On top of that, I have taken some martial arts lessons and earned myself a little bit of a name as a detective. The place I now. As an incentive the student would get paid according to how much they learned.There was a lot of scepticism about our offer because most of the students were apparently ordinary or sometimes disruptive. Doc or Connie would pull out their credentials out to show that they were actually helping some of those that did have problems.We saw three hundred and twelve people and spent two point two hours each with them. This meant I spent my vacation interviewing. Of those only eighty two agreed.When. Moans of pure bliss flowed past our lips as our tongues danced madly about. This went on for the better part of a minute before I finally broke the kiss. Does that answer your question? I asked, referring to the question she has asked moments before the fantasy had begun. A few chuckles flowed past her lips as she nodded. Not wasting a second, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the nearest stall. Before I could fully understand what was happening, she shoved be backward. My back was soon. She let out a breath as if she had been holding it in for a while. “It’s all so new…” I asked if she was meeting someone, and she told me she wasn’t. I don’t know how I got so bold, but I asked if she’d like her very own personalized tour of the beach. She smiled again and said, “Yes. I’d like that.” I introduced myself and she did the same. I’m not great at pronouncing foreign-sounding names – best I can do is say it sounded like ‘Swan’ something. I called her Swan for the day and she didn’t.