There was nobody I needed to impress, but he obviously felt he had something to prove.“Old man, you don’t get it. This is my turf and you gotta pa... the toll to travel through,” he demanded.The boys were all lined up in front of me. Fuck it I thought, they were younger faster and out numbered me four to one, but they weren’t thinking clearly. If they were they might have realized I was carrying an almost six foot weapon, and showed no fear. I figured I had lost my mind, but I whipped the war. I could see her nipples standing up through the pink fabric covering her tits.“Quite the view for sure,” I answered, and I wasn’t sure if I was referring to the ocean view from the deck, or the sight of her on the lounge chair. Yes, I’m a fucking perv!“Have a seat, enjoy the view for a bit,” replied Mary with a big smile.“I’d be delighted to,” as I took a seat in the lounge to her right.Tom came out with a full glass of Red wine (my favorite), and topped off the white wine in Mary’s glass to. Not on purpose, anyway. The bad news was that maybe that was only because the dead can’t report their own deaths. Or perhaps I would be the first.Logic told me that the orca was simply playing, messing with me for sport, but that wasn’t enough to stop me from panicking. Whatever it was doing, it terrified me, and even more so when my tiny little kayak raced toward the island ahead of me with the orca’s help.How it pulled my vessel was a mystery. I feared where it might take me and frantically. Since getting married, I haven’t gone anywhere near one. Oh, I would drive by one now and again going through town and have a few fond memories, but any stirrings I would then apply judiciously to my wife. We had a good and active sex life even after four years of marriage. I kept hearing how things trickle off, but that hasn’t happened!Unfortunately, one of my friends mentioned my old habit to my wife and since then she’s been teasing me about it quite a bit. Finally, one evening we were.