" One of the tourists spoke.Wow, a pirate who's a gentleman, a bad boy, and a romantic all in one. Sounds intriguing. Rachael thought to herself.The o...ther tourist said, "I heard his old beachside mansion, the now historic inn/bed-and-breakfast, is haunted. But I don't know that for sure."After a very interesting visit to the pirate museum, Rachael did a little shopping before going to the beach. She changed from her lime green camisole and white shorts and into her new brown and turquoise. There was another brief pause, during which I decided that I didn’t dare opening my eyes, not at all knowing what I’d do to her if I could move. Instead I tried to suppress a moan, which made it into a desperate, wanton whimpering that made my body tremble… and then I felt a tongue lap at the base of my dick. I felt dizzy and overcome with pleasure as she started taking long licks along my shaft, making me moan loudly enough to, despite my pleasure-drunk haze, make me worry about people hearing. "I wasn't happy now but somehow I believed what she was trying totell me. This lady who must have been Dr. Green grabbed my handand gently led me out the door. One of the police officersfollowed us to her office upstairs and took a seat in thehallway. The lady doctor guided me to a chair in her office andgave me a pleasant smile."Relax Tanra," she said in a warm, reassuring voice. "I'm hereto help." What's going on," I stuttered out. "What is this place?"You're in the town of. I found a bunch of couples and individual cards for the clubs and restaurant. I put some of each into my pockets and remembered that I hadn't cleaned the pockets of my BDUs I had worn to eliminate the bad guys.The pockets were all empty except for the blouse pocket. I pulled the check from BM shipping from my pocket and opened it. The check was for fifty-thousand dollars. It said 'For a job well done' in someone's script on the memo line.Wow, fifty-thousand fucking dollars. The U.S.A. wouldn't.