She pressed a strong thigh between my legs and moaned into my mouth. If this kept up we would get too heated to do anything, especially think. Mom was...probably already waiting for me and I didn't want her to come looking for me.I pulled from the kiss with a grin. "Cockzilla wants you too," I said softly. Monique grinned wickedly. "But," I said turning her so her I could rub my hardening cock against her bottom, "You might have to offer up a different entrance for me."She knew what I meant and. I knew these people would be the difference between success and failure. These were the con artists, the pick pockets, The alley muggers. They were the overcharging, shortchanging, bartenders that wouldn’t think twice about serving you a mickie finn, as long as he got his cut. They were the ladies that knew where and what you wanted, and how much it was worth. And after you passed out, they would tip themselves with what was left in your wallet.I let the bartenders of all the bars, taverns,. I started yelling. "Hey! Come on out you asshole! This isn't funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!"I figured that someone must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.About an hour after that, I was frantic, "Help! Someone! Help me! I'm trapped! Help!"A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me."Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!"He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in. I knew if was ever going to take a chance with her it had to be now. “Want to go out with me?” I suddenly blurted. She looked amused, but smiled and pulled me against her. “Yes, Will. I do.” She slid her arms up around my neck and rose up on her toes to kiss me. This time, I kissed her back. Her kiss was filled with heat and passion and I pulled my hips back to prevent her feeling the effect she had on me. She broke the kiss. “How about tomorrow night?” she suggested. “Uh... Yeah,” I answered.