My woman got tired of the hardshipsTired of the grief and the strifeTired of working for nothingTired of being my wife.Written and performed by Marty ...obbinsI had no idea what had made the flash, but was intrigued enough to walk back to the shore and climb one of the many volcanic rocks rising out of the sand. Once I was on top, about 10 feet higher than the surrounding sand, I looked seaward.And my heart nearly stopped.A boat! I had been ship-wrecked here for over six months and this was my. It slowed to a stop a few feet to her left and she turned her head to look. Her arms involuntarily crossed over her breasts. Alex watched her. The ends of the rope coiled on the floor and Alex moved towards her, lifting one end without breaking his stride and letting it slide through his hand until he was behind her. He fed the end of the rope through a ring on the back of the collar and tied it off expertly. “Feet apart,” he said. She complied by shuffling her feet apart and Alex smacked her. That didn't mean they were easy prey; even the weakest Vamp or Demon was more than a match for a human. But I was willing to bet I could take them both; I fight dirty and, right now, I was fighting for freedom."Ladies," a male voice called from the stop of a set of stairs, just out of my sight. "Why don't the two of you help Bobby finish getting things set up?"The instant they heard his voice, they turned almost docile, there fear easily identifiable even with my crippled senses. I couldn't. I soon noticed some of the couples dancing were getting pretty naughty with each other. With Victor’s fingers between my open thighs and playing with my clit, I was getting wet and told him that I really liked that place.Hubby replied that he was hoping I could have a good time…It was not long before a nice looking young guy came over and asked me to dance. The guy looked down and discovered where Victor’s hand was. But he said nothing; he just leaned over and offered his hand to me to go with.