These were the con artists, the pick pockets, The alley muggers. They were the overcharging, shortchanging, bartenders that wouldn’t think twice abo...ut serving you a mickie finn, as long as he got his cut. They were the ladies that knew where and what you wanted, and how much it was worth. And after you passed out, they would tip themselves with what was left in your wallet.I let the bartenders of all the bars, taverns, lounges and speakeasys know that there was NO more taxes on their. He smelled of booze and seemed pretty out of it as he slumped into the corner.Another rider had been staring at me for a while. He was a much older man, so I let it go. After most had gotten off, he moved to the seat beside me and started talking to me. Soon he asked if he could see my tits. When I said no, he pulled out his wallet and offered me $60 to let him see them. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my nipples were slightly visible through the white shirt, which is probably what attracted. "so...?" he asked me."So what..?" I replied."Aren't you going to get naked?" he asked impatiently."Suuuure....hang on a sec..." I said still eating."I know that tone...dude...I know you since I was 8...I know where you're being sarcastic..." he said.My sarcasm is actually really good, some guys I skate with always told me that they could not tell when I was talking serious or being sarcastic, interesting enough, Aky knew, and that was one of the things I liked about him."Well...there's no. We just both knew our bounds and how to have fun.As I was saying, we were sitting on the beach at high tide, a beach a little crowded until the water ebbed, and a pretty, much younger girl, kept making eye contact with me. She didn’t seem to be alone, maybe with family, it looked like a younger brother, a Mom and most likely, her Moms 2nd husband. From chatter you overhear, she was occupying her brother while Mom and Step Dad were getting busy. The brother, maybe 11 or 12, asked why he couldn’t.