I did not know what to say I was just embarrassed. I was about to explain in anyway I could. That was before he walked over to my bed and sat next to ...e. I was shivering, but this time for fear. I did not expect was he was about to do. "I could hear you moaning my name." He said to me with a smirk I could barely make out. He then reached over and grabbed my hand from under my blanket and placed it on his pants. He was so hard, I could feel it pulsing and twitching through his jeans. He was. Anyway, no surf today?" she insisted."I have it the swimsuit in my bag but I am not sure. It sounds tooweird!" I explained."You've been around for almost a week wearing a skimpy bikini with athong, and now you say it would feel weird to wear a one-piece? Funny.Almost every girl would say the exact opposite!" she said, almostlaughing. "At least give it a go! Keep your shorts on and it will lookas if you have a wet vest on!" OK. I'll go back home and get changed!" I accepted without. I got out of mine and approached her saying "Do you need a hand?", she replied "Oh thankyou that would be a real help", I emptied her trolleys and after filling her boot we were talking, as it turned out she was a single mum of three k**s and was run off her feet at home.We went for a coffee in the market and talked some more, she was 38 and didn't get any time to herself especially since her husband died seven years ago, she had little family and her friends were either married or in a. The shattered remains of multiple collisions littered the highways. When the deaths mounted, subsequent exoduses followed. They too ran headlong into the previous obstructions, both the roads and the previous accidents. Without police and wreckers to restore order, the highways become permanently blocked with massive amounts of tightly packed cars.Each followed the same pattern. Cars would slow upon reaching a shattered road segment, the cars following would crash into them, and the cars behind.