And he’s not sure what the reply will be. D’you think he should risk it?”“I suppose,” said Bea grinned “he’ll just have to ask himself a... question. Does he feel lucky?”Peter stood up and cleared his throat.“I’d better see what I can do about this. Damage limitation. Yes. I’ll leave you ladies. Umm ... perhaps you would dine with us this evening, Victoria.”After he had left Bea looked at Victoria.“You two have had an argument over this,” she stated.“Not over this, but he arrived here accusing me. Hilarious. You are only seeing my tits, cunt and ass, you don’t know, I am a fuck addict and no man will ever want to marry me.”He typed, “Ok, tell me your story and scare me.”I told him about all my fucking adventures, including jail, fucking everyone from peon in court to the Judge, politicians and policemen. I avoided telling him about fucking dad.He typed, “Wooow. I just want to marry a girl like you. I can’t imagine life with a traditional sati Savitri type wife, I will die of boredom. I. She’d even gotten used to the strong ocean smell that saturated the air.She also enjoyed watching the people. There were little kids building sandcastles, parents trying to take pictures, guys trying to strut their stuff and show off, and lots of other girls looking good in bikinis (and quite a few who didn’t look so good in their bikinis… and a few that shouldn’t have been wearing swimsuits at all).As Heather leaned back and adjusted the straps of her top, she couldn’t help but think she was. A couple of butterfly and kitten stickers decorated her nametag. She had a fantastic figure and her legs were completely on display under a short skirt that was just longer than her little apron. She was wearing bright pristine white sneakers. I caught her eyes again."Hello lovely," I announced in warm spirits. With crazies or not, I had gotten laid last night."Good night?" She asked with a wry smile."One of the best," I decreed."Well invite me next time," She said with a sip of coffee, "I.