I went on a walk to our local pier last night. It was a stormy evening. Seas were rough. I could feel the waves crashing below my feet, salt spray hitting my face. It was lonely. However, walking towards the end of the pier, at the very edge of it sat a woman. A strange looking woman, for she had no arms. Although strange, she was gorgeous. Gorgeous and strange. What a convination. She sat at the end of the pier, on a lonely bench. Crying, wailing. As if tormented by a deep sadness. I approached carefully so I would not startle her. She heard me creeping closer and closer, my presence made known by the creaking wooden boards of an centuries old pier, weathered by the relentles sea. As she looked up, I saw her beautiful teary eyes. Soaked, for she had no arms or hands to wipe her sadness from her face. I soflty asked her "excuse me, but why are you crying?" She responded in a whimpering, lamenting tone of voice "I have never been kissed before". I thought, what an odd thing to be sad about, but who am I to judge. My second thought was to help out this beautiful, armless woman fulfill something that has been missing in her life. I softly leaned in, and touched my lips to hers. Smiled at her, and felt content that I was able to help someone in their time of need. As I went ti make my way away from the end of the pier, she let out a howl of pain. What a terrible sound! I immediately returned to her and asked "what troubles you now? Are you not happy after fulfilling your desire that troubled you so?" She responded in an even more depressing, hurtful tone of voice "I have never been f&ked before neither". I was determined to make this woman the happiest she could possibly be. It was my destiny. My fate to have met this woman. I heroically swooped her up from her feet. Her body nestled in my arms. I tossed her in the raging ocean. As her body slowly sank into the deep waters, I told her "you're f&ed now". What a night.