"What was on that sign?" she asked. Evidently women weren't as quick to recognize that outline as men were. I followed the road toward the beach, and ...uddenly it widened into a large parking area. The beach was still fifty yards or more distant. There were cars and trucks and SUVs and RVs parked here and there, maybe thirty or forty of them. "Lots of people here today," I observed. "M-maybe we sh-should have come on a w-w-weekday," stammered Millie. I looked at her. She was pale, and her eyes. Blood only at her lips. Otherwise bruised. I noticed bruises at her throat.I found myself with a gun in my hand. Jason said he wanted me to kill him. I wanted to. I couldn’t lift my hand. Then the smile came. The shark, empty of emotions. He steered my hand. He’s also stronger than he looks. Tall naked man. In horror I shot Emily in the chest. It hurt, I could tell, but I saw something else when her life had its last moment. Relief.The fucker laughed. I pushed against him with little effect,. I didn’t know he had it in him. I looked to my left the two groups were already fucking as well. Like the other two groups the guy was on the ground while one girl rode his dick and the other rode his face. Something inside me clicked. Seeing everything going on around me stirred something up…competition. I grabbed Amanda and lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around my head and I started eating out Amanda’s delicious pussy. I’m surprised that move didn’t make me pull a muscle.. In one of them I found a small writing desk that was irresistible. Unfortunately, I couldn't hide my enthusiasm, and I paid more for the desk than I really wanted to.Upon returning to London, I decided to refinish my new acquisition, and when I removed one of the drawers I found an envelope inside the desk. There were several typewritten sheets in the envelope which bore the return address of a defunct publishing house that was located here in London before the War, and based upon the postmark.