I dreampt I was being sniffed all over by the big bull seal that had screwed the female on the beach yesterday. Moments later I felt the seals shaft retracting and with and audible plop he vacated me. Mum and I decided we would spend some time on the little beach in the cove below the hut. These seals had been dispersed along the coast while seeking shelter from the storms. My belly was on fire. The walk took about fifteen minutes but long before we arrived the noise of the seals welcomed us. I decided that with no one except my mother to see I would take my bikini off and try for an all over tan. A flimsy gang plank was slid onto a rock platform and with the help of a crew member the tourist party disembarked. “I’ll be OK, I know he’s big.” I answered as reassuringly as I could. The young bulls seed had flooded my insides earlier. Fortunately the seas had abated and the tourist boat was able to take people to the Island. But he had time to way up the situation and as his species often do he decided I was not worth the pain of a hiding and scampered off some distance.
