We had tied up on the island of Tilos, not far from the big island of Rhodes. Tilos has a tiny harbor with room for about ten boats. If you are lucky,... you can find a space. The anchorage outside the harbor along the beach is great during the day, but at night when the wind drops, you sit parallel to the beach with the waves sideways and the rocking is enough to drive you crazy. You can put out two anchors, but that usually doesn't work - or hasn't for me, anyway. Tilos has almost nothing. No. Jones was today. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that bought out her peach shaped ass, a white blouse that revealed the black bra she was wearing, and her sandy blonde hair was in a cute yet sexy bun hairstyle. “What I’d give to be with a one like that.”“Did you say something?”“No, I was talking to myself.”“Oh okay, well where here. Just give me a second I have the keys in my purse.” Mrs. Jones said as she opened the door to the security room. “Why do you have the keys to security. Christina went to an art class whilst I went to get my nails done for the third time. I went for a bright red this time with gold spark at the ends, and I had painted my toes purple. By the time Christina and I met up again at our apartment it was half 5, giving us two hours to get ready before Claire and Ella came round. I showered and shaved everywhere delicately and carefully, the last thing I needed was hairy legs or arm pits to knock my confidence. I used a dark shadow for my eyes and. ’ With that, all hell literally breaks loose. The ground, if a bridge could be called that, starts shaking, glass breaks, people scream. But the roars, the roars only Spencer could hear, the sight of them, only he could see. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the.