'Do you boys want a lift', I asked, my mind racing, my body screaming, and my will weakening, the feeling of the whispy lace bunched in my fist, ached...'Yes', he replied, this time the discernible change in his voice as he answered told me more and more we were bonding and flirting.'Ok', I said, I will give you a lift, and if you keep your word until I am long gone, you can keep these, and as I spoke I thrust my panties into his hand, my face contorted, as it does when I tell a lie.'OK', he. For the most part it was logs and trash but as I reached the very northern end of the island, I could see a large, semi-submerged object in the water. As I drew closer I realized that this must be the sailboat I been asked to keep my eye out for. It was in really bad shape – the masts and sails were gone and I figured there must be a hole in the hull for it to have sunk that low. I didn’t see any sign of life and wondered if there were any bodies left inside. I pulled up alongside and called. Therefore, I fired off three shots as fast as I could lever in a new round. My plan was to pepper him with rock fragments the same way as he had treated me. I hoped that the fact that he was wearing only a loin cloth would give the rock splinters more surface area to cause trouble. I must have accomplished some good, because I did hear a stifled cry of pain. Maybe I was very lucky, and one of my bullets had scored a hit on him. I wasn't going to bet on it, but my luck was sure running in the. There was no response for maybe a good five minutes I was getting nervous now, wondering if I may have fuck up and things backfired. Nervous as hell hoping he either would accept my offer or think I was breaking his balls and joking around. My mind is racing a mile a minute thinking of all the possible out comes when he replies back. All he said was “ok” just so I did not come across as a total dick I texted back “that’s ok with you?” and he replied right back “yea”. I was super excited now,.