...I’ll tell you about Susan and how she ‘caught me’ in my next story. But let me end this story with this fond recollection. As I said before, ...ver the years different groups would form on the beach and we would sit and chat and so forth. One time, in early October on a gorgeous beautiful day we were sitting behind a windscreen, about five of us, when one couple left for a walk to South Beach. The couple that stayed behind were older than I was and had been married for a few years. I did not. But today, it looked a little different than usual. Today, the streets were all but deserted. More deserted even than on a winter Sunday afternoon.Everyone, of course, had known that this day was coming, and most had decided to deal with the change in the privacy of their own homes. Some, like Garvey, viewed that change as disturbing but interesting. Others were looking forward to it. Many were horrified, and extreme reactions, even suicides, were expected.Garvey had agreed with his staff,. Scarlett’s was straightened with a long lock that was pulled over her shoulder, which hung down and slipped enticingly between her sleek black bikini clad breasts. Duke realized that the lock of straight redhead belonging to Scarlett was trapped, imprisoned not only by the two firm breasts but was tucked under the material that connected the bikini cups just center of Scarlett’s chest. Next to Scarlett resided someone even more erotic. Cover Girl, the beautiful, sensual, sexual model who joined. "Did you do as you were supposed to this morning?" She asked in a stern voice.My eyes dropped to the floor and my heart began to race as I replied, "No Mistress, I forgot and am very sorry." Sorry?!!" she bellowed, "you will find out what sorry is for not doing as asked!"She stood up, almost knocking me over, walking over to the table she picked up something and returned to where I was still kneeling afraid to move for fear of angering her more. She placed earplugs in my ears and a mouthpiece.