He looked so nervous, trying to hide them in his fist to hand to me.“Keep them,” I said. He blushed as he tucked them into a pocket.My inner noble... was fast asleep. Some people talk about having an inner slut, but mine is on the outside and rules my life. My inner noble occasionally causes me to behave more appropriately, but I try not to give into it frequently.“Look at those clouds. Aren’t they beautiful?”There were clouds. Anyone could see them if they looked outside. Yeah, they might even be. He wasn't like any man I'd met before. Sort of quiet. I didn't know what to make of him. When I got into the boat with him, I was expecting to earn my bed and board 'on my back', as the saying is. I didn't mind. That was pretty much what I'd been doing for years. Not prostitution, you understand (I'll come back to that in a bit) but certainly sexual favours in return for accommodation and food. I wouldn't have minded anyway. Okay, he was a bit older than my usual 'friends', but there was. I guess anyone else would have to stand in line, or something," her lover chuckled, glancing at the closed and locked door half-suspiciously, "Only one person at a time is aloud to seduce MY Miranda, I'm afraid." And even then, it's a very short list," the woman added, leaning forward to dunk her head and thoroughly wet the mass of now sweaty tangles she referred to as her hair."You know what this is like?" pondered Misty as the courier came up for air, pushing her dark twisting locks back over. As his excitement grew he got less and less gentle, until he pinched my nipple so hard I bit back a cry.Then I saw the park coming up on the left. It was at the end of a deserted road, as it hadnt been in use for 30 years and was now just reserved for the homeless and drug dealers. The police didnt patrol it, as they saw it as a necessary evil. It kept the worst of the worst miles from the main city where they couldnt bother good folk. It was dark, lit only by a few streetlights from the fence.