She was always alone, never saying a word or acknowledging anyone. Her beauty and mysteriousness were irresistible.One warm day, almost four weeks aft...er her return, I watched the sun move again toward the horizon. The beach emptied the closer it got. She made her journey to the beckoning water. Her bikini was teasingly risqué as always, almost transparent. Her tan body glistened in the rays of the setting sun.The movement in my speedo betrayed my professionalism. I kept watch of the lone. Just as I turned to him, I saw a glint from the window across the street (my voyeur’s window). I wasn’t so sure he had binoculars this time. I wondered if it might be a camera with a telephoto lens. I turned to Nigel, ‘Go to my bedroom and look in the wardrobe. you’ll find a red latex dress, a pair of latex stockings and a pair of black patent leather ankle boots. Bring them here. Oh! And some talc.’ ‘Yes Miss.’ He replied. Moments later he returned and I undressed. First I pulled the dress. "Now, turn around and drop your panties!" I was told.My bare bottom was nothing to be nervous about, I told myself. I had a nice butt and wore thongs in public, so why not show my ass for the camera? Besides, my tits would be almost out of view this way, and over-the-shoulder poses were always my best angle. Except once my panties came down, I knew what was coming next! I had told him before we started that I didn't want pictures of my pussy, but guys are guys! They nag, and beg, and flatter. You will see the wreckage when you climb out. It will be out your port windows.”“Did you pick up any survivors?”“Sir, the four survivors are in our little stockade. Would you like to speak with them? None of us speak Japanese and none of them speak English, so we gave them food and water and left them locked up until the Commander at Pearl decides what to do with them.”There was nothing to be gained for the General to take time looking at people who couldn’t speak our language. The intelligence.