“Look you’ve enjoyed it, both of you, haven‘t you? So what do you say, work for me, I’ll pay you cash, fifteen hundred quid each for a nights ...work.”“What the fuck do you mean John!” Paula interrupted.“I want you and Lorraine to work for me,” John replied in a calm reasonable voice.“Look, its simple. I want you and Lorraine to work for me, I’ll pay you both extremely well, in cash. Its something you both enjoy, and you’re bloody good as well.” John answered Paula.Lorraine was about to say. Then his hand moved and she felt it fumbling at her stomach as he undid his own clothing. A mere moment of fumbling and suddenly she felt the hard head of his cock nudging at the dry flesh between her legs.The light of the moon shone out from behind the clouds that had dimly veiled it, giving her, finally, a chance to see her attacker. Her heart stuttered, disbelief and horror warring with pain on her face. Her breath stilled in her chest as it suddenly became full of more than pain, betrayal a. She was my wife!"His body would strain and sag into mine, and for a moment I would hold him, almost with parental support or with the caress of a lover, listening to the continual moans and his muttering, waiting for him to spasm and die.That was what I wanted, but I'd been robbed! It wasn't to be! He was dead. The enemy had escaped!I looked at the gloom and the curved dome of the Cathedral with its trillions of stalactites, each of them sparkling in the darkness."He was executed," Christine. He gets on the radio to call for help:MARIO: "Mayday! Mayday! Mya boat, she issa starting to sink! The motor, she noa wanta start! Pleasa senda help!"AMSA: "This is Maritime Rescue. We acknowledge your signal. Rescue services have been notified."Mario continues to wait, while the boat sinks lower and lower into the water. When the boat is barely afloat, Mario calls again:MARIO: "Mayday! Mya boat, she hassa almost sunk! I needa help NOW!"AMSA: "This is Maritime Rescue. Acknowledged. Our Focker.