.."=========================================Two months later, Fortis BeachA young couple lies on towels side by side. The gentle gulf tide laps atthe...sandy beach and the freshening breeze keeps the sun's heat from beinguncomfortable. They are holding hands as they lay there. One of the twotakes the held hand and brings it to her mouth, kissing it tenderly. "Ididn't think that happiness like this was possible. My life could not bemore perfect."The other turns on her side and says, "Well I. ”“Did you doubt your sister?”Tommie answered, “We did until just now, when you introduced yourself.”“When we get your transfer papers finished, I want both of you to go with me.”“Where are we going? You’re not taking us to your office, or anything like that - are you?”“No. Not yet, anyway.”Before we reached the office door, I saw Claudia Windham run up the concrete steps and unlock the door. As the door swung back, I caught it and held it open for them to enter. They looked at me, then each. Boy George started poking his snout and dancing with his pointy prick bobbing between his legs. He wanted his bitch and he wasn't going to wait. Darlene rubbed his belly and let his throbbing fuck stick hit her hand. "You're so big," she told him, like he cared.“This is so much easier inside,” she told Boy, even though it didn't matter to him. There was no way she was getting on down in the dirt, and without socks for his feet, she'd have to give him something to hold on to. She leaned. This visit I rated two cheek kisses from the dirt farmer. He shook hands with my paramour and said, “Hello, Vanessa,” remembering her name like a good salesman.She and I waited until Pewtie was near the gallery entrance, near that “Fuck you very much!” parrot. A door near the rear of the exhibit space was marked ‘Private’ and opened to an inside stairway. Vanessa stood sentry while I eased inside and climbed quickly and silently, using the less squeaky side of the steps nearest the wall.I.