But if you want me to continue to see where the story could go from here then comment below and I’ll put something together after I update some othe... stories on here. Thank you! ***** Some people are born with tragedy in their blood… My name is Tessa. You know what Tessa means? ‘Reaper’. Should I blame my parents or Fate? I also have a skull birth mark on my right arm so that could have been why. Death and destruction seemed to follow me where ever I went. You could call it survivor’s guilt or. "I hope they lose," she whispered conspiratorially. "Happy tourists are generous tourists." Business first, eh," Jack said."Always," the announcer smiled, her eyes twinkling.And what exactly was that business? Russell thought. Over on the other table a girl was sitting on either side of the drunken British lads, although they seemed too inebriated to notice."I have a proposal for you," she said."Here it comes," Jack said.The announcer glanced at Jack."Don't mind me luv," Jack said, holding out. .thanks 4 all the lovely and fun replies to our ads...but the winners were Tony and Dave...We arrived at K-west nice and early..got into our fab room and had a champagane fuelled late morning fuck...just the kind Conrad loves..ended up with him spunking a weeks worth of pent up man juice inside me...mmmmmm...that night we got down to the bar...Dave and Tony introduced themselves...I noticed Conrad look both guys up and down as we stood, Tony was huge, about 6' with a huge chest and massive arms. Two of their closest friends, Trevor and Anthony, lived about 20 minutes from them in Huntington Beach. The two men had both reached financial success, and had purchased a nice, rather large beach house where they planned to live quite happily, spending most of their free time at the beach. Trevor had been dating Serena for about a year, and it seemed that eventually the two would finally marry. Alexandra (Alex to her friends) on the other hand, was convinced she would end up single and never.