I don’t know what name I expected to see but this one meant nothing to me and I puzzled over it. But I was tired and the warm breeze mixed with the quiet lapping of the sea on the beach and the softness of the sand made me sleepy. Anal sex This time, he was hairier – all over; and more grotesque. The sun had gone down and the wind had changed. I expected to see scratches on my chest, or at least bruising on my body where he had grabbed me – I certainly felt bruised – but when I examined myself in the bathroom mirror, there was no trace, no visible evidence of his attack. But that wasn’t enough for him. Enquiries were on-going. “Now, Bitch!” he spat into the back of my neck. As I stood silently rooted to the spot, “the creature” or whatever it was, climbed to the top of the rocky headland and stood semi-erect, its shape silhouetted against the full moon.
