I had planned everything.

When this incredibly handsome young fisherman docked on the lighthouse to bring me my monthly supply of food and petrol, I discreetly untied the rope holding the boat on the dock. Even if my irresistible charm should be sufficient to keep the boy for the night, one never knows.

With ample supply of wine and – did I already mention it? – my irresistible charm, we were both getting pretty horny, the night was going to be quite hot.

And the phone rang. Several boats complained at the captaincy the light beam was stuck, that there was a problem with the rotation mechanism, and… that I had to go and see what the failure was.

Reluctantly, I stood up from the laps of my visitor, took the keys, climbed up the stairs until the top of the light house, opened the door leading to the outside platform and went to see what the problem was.

A strong gust of wind slammed the door. They keys were inside.

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