The wind was getting up whipping the spray off the wave tops as they walked back along the jetty from the view point and back to the complex, gusting wind which kept the insects grounded and they strolled arm in arm savouring the moment, and all too soon they were back at the complex, “Bed?” she suggested. “Shall we check the main arena?” he asked. Anal sex “What’s wrong?”he asked. Thee flights of stairs led down to the Arena, entirely buried below ground level it had been built in the 1950’s as a government early warning station before being abandoned when Radar improved and now formed the subterranean heart of the complex. “That’s more than my whole car cost!” Jen replied, “But you’re here now and Terry wanted you to see the
