“Good morning,” he said. He wore a smile. “How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said. “You’re still here?” She didn’t expect him to be....“Sure I am. Why wouldn’t I be? I had a spectacular time last night. I hope you did too,” he replied. “Oh uh yeah,” she said nodding her head. “That’s nice to know that you did. What are your plans?” she asked. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn’t have any. “Although I’d sure love to go and get a change of clothes. What about you?” “Umm get a shower, hang out I. He was (is) maybe five years older than me and he was married to this super hot Norwegian chick. I remember her coming to tennis to cheer us on. I think it was just as I started travelling and stopped playing tennis that Matt and his Norwegian missus got divorced.Since then, I haven't seen Matt at all. A few years ago he Facebook stalked me and we had a few exchanges on there but when I was back in Queensland (where I grew up) we never seemed to be able to arrange a chance to catch up, or have. They put the boat away, the go inside to get something to eat.“When do you have to go back Dave?” His sister asked.“Oh, not until tomorrow afternoon, why do you ask?”“Just wondering, I was just wondering how much time we had to play around.”“Now s*s , that was just a one time thing, playing around out there in the boat.”“I don’t know Dave, I think you spoiled me with that big cock you’ve got. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to my boyfriend and be satisfied like I was today.”Dave. And I’m sorry, too, I could have only told you to stop and you would have. I didn’t know that then.”I looked at her with great surprise. “Will all men in this place not stop when told?” I asked.“No,” she said. “There’s something— well, it’s called rape, it means taking a woman by force, by strength against her will.”Her face clouded as she said this, and I saw all was not right with her. “Does this happen to you?” I asked.“Not to me, but to other women,” she said. Tears began in her eyes. “Even.