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Those words sent me over the top as I shuddered and came hard at the thought. Part 3 Deryk lay sleeping and recovering beside me, his naked body still blotched and scarred from his traumatic encounter. As he did so, I picked over his shorts, partly to check that there were no bits of Man-o’-War left on them but also to go through his pockets. I was curious. In one pocket, I found an old leather wallet, still damp and stained from being in the sea. In it were no credit cards - nothing as easy as that - just a few matted dollar notes (dollar notes are washable by Natural tits the way – always useful to know!) and a room key-card for a hotel in Bermuda I hadn’t heard of. The wallet was old and worn, almost antique, with an embossed Celtic pattern around the edges of it. A Celtic pattern. It was surely no coincidence that the talisman he had given me also looked Celtic in origin. But when I looked more closely, into the back of the wallet, in very small letters, was impressed what looked like a name. It read, “D.W.E. Fowler”. I don’t know what name I expected to see but this one meant nothing to me and I puzzled over it. The “D” could be “Deryk” alright but was that even his real name – or was the wallet just a coincidence? Maybe it was just an antique wallet he got somewhere else? But I was tired and the warm breeze mixed with the quiet lapping of babe the sea on the beach and the softness of the sand made me sleepy. I lay back beside a sleeping Deryk, turning over the events of the day and watched the ever-changing cloud formations, moving slowly across the blue sky above me. I awoke with a jolt and sat upright. The sun had gone down and the wind had changed. It was mid-September and it was about 7pm, so it was getting dark and the face of the full moon was just above the horizon in the north-east. The tide was also higher up the beach and without climbing gear, I was now cut-off from the next beach and the nearest road. Deryk was gone, of course, and there was no sign of his clothes; his blue designer shorts, his nautical striped Diesel briefs and his “X”-Men T-shirt, the wallet, were busty all gone. This was just what happened last time, and the time before, but a chill now ran up and down my back as I remembered what happened next on both those occasions. As I sat there, gathering my thoughts and trying to decide what to do next, I noticed the twinkling lights of a boat out on the water. In fact, it was a launch and it looked very much like the one that Deryk had been thrown from earlier that afternoon. This time though, all was quiet and it was motionless – or just drifting. Perhaps they had relented and come back looking for him; or maybe it was someone else just night-fishing. But it was getting chilly. I pulled on my briefs and stood up to put on my shorts and it was then that I heard a noise, a new sound. It sounded like splish-splashing in the water but not like the sound of the waves; it was something, or someone else. I looked around nervously and over at the end of the beach, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a large dog, at first jogging along the water’s edge, then climbing up onto the titty fuck jagged coral rocks. Whatever it was, it was big; the size of a man but not a man; or was it? As I stood silently rooted to the spot, “the creature” tits or whatever it was, climbed to the top of the rocky headland and stood semi-erect, its shape silhouetted against the full moon. Gazing up into the sky, it let out a chilling howl, which seemed to echo along the beach and off the opposite headland. I didn’t know what to do but as I moved to put one leg into my shorts, a breeze rustled through the cedar trees high above the beach and the figure’s head turned toward me and I staggered, as two piercing orange eyes glared right at me. Quick as a flash, the creature leapt from the top of the rocks onto the beach and bounded straight at me. As I fell awkwardly back onto the sand with one leg inside my shorts, the creature was upon me and in my face, baring teeth the likes of which I had never seen before and growling menacingly, its saliva dripping onto my bare chest, as I struggled to sit upright. Those piercing orange eyes were set in a face – a deformed and hairy, but nonetheless human face – one that I recognized. “Someone’s been going through my things,” Deryk growled menacingly, as he pushed me back onto the sand with a heavy, hairy hand. “I, er, was curious – you know,” I stumbled, “I just needed to know more about you.” “You know all you need to know,” he said, gruffly. 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