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Have a few drinks and listen to the bands. People packed the main street with all the bars and taverns, restaurants and souvenir shops near the water, including the public docks; some in costume, dressed as colorful and flamboyant pirates, or tavern wenches in a 1940’s Hollywood extravaganza, Mary and I included. I know how to indian sew, and I made our dresses, to be used again at an upcoming Renaissance Fair in Sterling NY. We had a great time; we listened to three different bands, however, as they say, “All good things must come to an end,” or perhaps good things may begin at the end? It was after one in the morning. Mary was exhausted from drinking and dancing with a young med student. She and Michael seemed to hit it off, and Mary was to have a late dinner with him on Sunday. God bless her. She returned to bed and breakfast to crash, and sleep in late; we both would, we were on vacation. I decided to walk down to the public dock and sit on a bench, watch the stars, and to listen to the waves lapping the shore before turning in. I was halfway down the weathered wood dock when I heard heavy, lumbering footsteps desi on the planks and drunken menacing laughter, followed by vulgar sexual comments directed at me. I turned to see two large men behind me. I tried to walk around them, but they stood in front of me, amateur making kissing noises and lickings their lips. One of them stayed in front of me and the other behind me. I could smell the alcohol on their breath. They got closer, and the one with the teal polo shirt and tan chinos shoved some money into my dress between my breasts. He then pushed me to his partner, and they pushed me back and forth between them, keeping me off balance, and one of the hundred dollars bills came out and fell onto the dock. They were laughing and trying to grope my breasts while trying to kiss me. I took a deep breath to scream, and before I did, I saw movement on the right, and the larger of the two, wearing the teal shirt was thrown effortlessly head-over-heels into the river, and yes, it was Aaron. My remaining assailant was wearing a red polo shirt and brown cargo shorts. He raised his hands, palms out and said, “Hey, pal, I don’t want any trouble. It’s not how it looks.” “You are a liar. Move away from the lady,” Aaron ordered, and when he did, “Miss, get behind me.” I did, and Aaron asked, “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, then finding my voice, I said, No, not really,” and he replied, “Good if you have a cell phone, dial 911.” “Listen, Buddy, she approached us earlier and promised us a good time. We’ve already paid this whore five hundred dollars, and,” Mr. red shirt couldn’t finish his lie because Aaron hit him twice, his fists blurs of motion; jab, jab, lightning-fast strikes in the stomach, making him clasp stomach and bend over in agony, gasping for breath. Aaron then kicked his feet out from under him, sending my assailant crashing to the dock. “That was a love tap, poltroon, would you like an encore?” The coward shook his head, not meeting Aaron’s eyes. “And you,” Aaron commanded, turning to the man trying to climb out of the water, “If you like having teeth, stay where you are and keep your mouth shut until the authorities arrive.” FAST FORWARD; My assailants turned out to be Real Estate Lawyers from Ontario, Canada. Theirs was the largest triple-deck Cabin Cruiser docked there. They loudly proclaimed their innocence and their intention to sue us into poverty, as the New York State Troopers led them away in handcuffs. After they were gone, Aaron sat on the bench on the dock next to me and asked, “Are you sure you’re all right?” “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, really looking at him for the first time, and thinking, ‘He’s not wearing shoes. He came out of nowhere, all six-foot-three of him and he is barefoot.’ “My cabin cruiser is that one there; I’m roughing it,” Aaron said, jokingly and pointing in the direction he came from to rescue me from them. That explained his bare feet and what he was wearing. “But first,” Aaron, offered me his hand, “My name Aaron Blackthorn, Miss, and you are?” I was thinking, ‘He’s not wearing a wedding band.’ “My name is Sandy Anderson,” I replied, taking his hands in both of mine and squeezing, “I want to thank you for coming to help me the way you did. I’m not from around here. I’m on vacation with my girlfriend, Mary. We’re staying at a little bed and breakfast on James Street,” and I was thinking, ‘Maybe he will offer to walk me home.’ “I know where it is; the red house on the historical registry. It has green, yellow and violet gingerbread trim and white wicker furniture on the porch. Good choice, I know the proprietor, Joyce Barnes. To get her out of this shit neighborhood. I then slide back in to the water with Tammy and we kissed each other. My actual life didn’t, but my life as I knew it did. “Well.. Don't even acknowledge the fact that you are naked, just be friendly and welcoming. Pleasing me is now your only purpose." I turned my face up to hers desi and she quickly kissed me on the cheek! The boy seemed to understand. “Damn, Robert,” James groaned to my dad, “your son is really pounding your wife.” No debt thanks to a good upper middle class family upbringing. She stared into his eyes as he groaned out her name then collapsed onto her. “Can I just suck it?” she asked. She could even hear the sounds of him slapping into her. “What is Chaucer trying to say with this tale?” she asked, writing her words on the board and— Hank laughed as he touched the lump. "It's okay, slut. "His name is Ryan, why?" “If you don’t mind?” Sami snapped. 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