It was hot, and so were we. We had just spent the last six hours together shopping, eating, and having a great time. In retrospect, I wished we had made these plans sooner. Thankfully, the day was cooling down, and we had a movie to go to. A quick stop back to my place was all that was needed to get ready, since she had brought everything she needed, and I just had to pick up the pre-bought

Hobe Sound Mid-south Florida, in the fall of . I was working just South of Ft. Pierce and had been told of a "nude" beach, to miles further south. I decided to check it out, the idea of being nude in the outdoors had always intrigued me. I had already been in Florida for a week and had the makings of a pretty decent tan, but the idea of losing the tan lines really inspired me. I found the beach, per directions provided by someone who knew where it was. It was much better than the beach at the hotel, at which I stayed, even if it was a half-hour away.

Startled at the look in Sampsons eyes, cammie was temporarily caught off guard... "I will not watch it Sampson! Never!" She glared... Sampson grabbed her arms hard and forced her down onto the sofa... "You are going to watch this video cammie... And when you are done you are going to give to me what is mine... or you will wish you had... cammie struggled but Sampson was too strong...

Next morning, Sampson was no more and out the door... when cammie was picking up the phone to call her best friend Lorna... a visit from Lorna and Chad was in order... they had been wanting to come over and play cards... and cammie knew they would stay until the wee hours of the morning... making it impossible for Sampson, yet another night to have his way with her... unable to conceal her amusement she chuckled out loud as she congratulated herself for thinking of it and the best part of it was that she knew Sampson would never suspect... it was going to be a wonderful day and a delightful evening... Little did cammie know... her plan was not working as well as she thought...

It all started on seemingly dull Thursday afternoon. I was at my friends house doing some homework thinking about what lay ahead for the weekend. I had come to the point where I didnt think it possible for the day to become any more boring when suddenly my friend had to go to a dentist appointment. "Im really sorry," he said "But I must be going, I completely forgot that I have this appointment." At this point I was stricken with intense anger. How could he do this to me? Why hadnt he told me that he had an appointment? If I

The orange globe was sinking fast in the western sky as Sampson pulled into the driveway... It had been a long hard day on the road and the house looked warm and inviting.

The night was cool, the promise of spring had not yet come in full. He walked to the curb, and then, pausing, started down the street. The streetlights came a pale glow, barely denting the darkness. His pace was measured, neither fast enough or slow enough to attract attention. Upstairs, the detective asked her to look at the image of the tiny TV screen. "Is that him?" he asked. "Im not sure" she replied.

The truth, when it finally became clear to her, came not with a lightning bolt of clarity, but rather with the dull thud of something you knew on the edges of your mind, but couldnt quite grasp, until the sheer weight of it came crashing down on you. No, there could be no doubt about it. She was bored. Bored with her job, bored with her condo, bored with her friends, bored with her life. Especially her sex life. Not that her lover Colin wasnt good, or nice, or kind. He was all of that. But he was too predictable, too safe, too bland.

The night was coming soon. Even now, the last few rays were sweeping from his living room, up the walls, and disappearing from view. He hoped that tonight would be The night, but there was nothing there to suggest it would be. The plans were casual. A simple dinner, some music and talk, and then, who knew? He was nervous, and promptly berated himself for that. He had done this before, why should he be anxious now? The simple rhythms of preparing the

I was staying in a condo, sharing it with a co-worker during the summer of . He had gone golfing and I wanted to work on my tan. I had brought various bathing suits with me, including several thongs. Thongs, especially on males, were not worn on the main beach, so I put on a gray thong and pulled on a pair of shorts over them. Taking my beach towel and another, I grabbed my fanny-pack With suntan oil and other necessities and walked down the path from the condos to the beach.