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I was lucky enough, a few years out of college, to find a really nice beach house for rent at an affordable rate at a beach I really liked. Well, I wasn't *sure* I'd like it the first summer I rented the place, as I hadn't even been before, but I was intrigued – it was a nude beach I had heard was great for parties and such. And it sure as hell lived up to my expectations! I kept going back for several summer in a row… I eventually stopped going back when it started feeling a little old (plus, I started feeling like being responsible for a disappearance nearly every summer would eventually come back to bite me if I kept up with it) but oh man did I have some fun there during that phase of life.

My favorite summer there was the one with that whole set of Eeveeloutions…

See, this isn't just any nude beach – it's one of the most popular nude beaches in the gay community for a wide region, to the point where some of the more well-off gays will basically host mini-music festivals or land-based versions of gay cruises throughout the summer around their respective rentals and the nearby small beach towns.

So one year, I'm a few days into my twelve-day stay at my rental and I'm walking down the beach an hour or two after sunset, looking toward where I can clearly see some constant lights, like someone has set something up in the little valley among the dunes area. I had seen some activity in that area earlier in the day, and right now I could definitely hear the throb of some club music drifting out over the beach. There also appears to be a slow coming-and-going of hunky nude guys from the area, so of course I'm making my way there too.

As expected, the open area among the dunes has seen someone set up a mini-stage with an impressive DJ table on half of it, plus what appears to be an open bar along one side as well. It's a right rave and I'm already bouncing a bit even as I'm snaking my way between the dunes (past an Arcanine and Incineroar semi-privately fucking) to the dance area. It's absolutely packed with bodies, and I'm immediately incorporated right into the mix, arms up and hips swaying and rubbing up against all kinds of 'mons.

I'm quickly and unabashedly hard as I'm dancing, and can feel the occasional hand on my chest or junk, but I'm not quite feeling going anywhere with anyone for several songs. Eventually, though, I catch glimpse of this Jolteon from the side, about ten feet (and a few people) in front of me. He catches my eye through the crowd, and I see the slightest smirk before he turns his back to me. Reading into that quick look, I snake around those other dancers to close that ten feet or so; the Jolteon still has his back to me, but he clearly hasn't moved away, and his definitely shaking his hips rather seductively.

I ease up behind him, lightly reaching out to brush the sides of his hips with my hands, and he takes a slight step back to lean up against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, one around his lithe chest and the other over his stomach, and we just start dancing together like that for a while, bodies rubbing against each other constantly as be bounce to the beat. For a while, I'm just hotdogging that perky little ass of his, but eventually I feel his hips shift a little bit as he goes up on his toes just long enough for his hole to find my tip. He then starts rolling his hips in little circles as he opens up, taking me in bit by bit until he's got enough of my dick that he comes back down and basically hilts himself on me. From that point on, I provide the reach-around and start jerking him off to the beat as we fuck right there in the middle of the beach crowd.

I soon notice a few other Eeveeloutions hanging out a few feet in front of us, and don't think much of it until I see one of them – the Umbreon – start looking around as if searching for someone. He sees the Jolteon and almost makes to yell, but before he does, he notices my arms around the electric-type and makes eye contact with me. The 'bre gets this massive grin on his face and say something to the other Eeveeloutions near him, motioning over to me and the Jolteon, and a moment later the five of them are making their way over to the two of us.

I can tell that my bottom notices the others as well and, interestingly, moans loud enough to almost be heard by those around us over the music – clearly quite the exhibitionist as the notion of his friends coming over to watch him get fucked is enough to push him over the edge. He strongly pushes back into me just in time to take my member to the hilt before I can feel his dick pulse in my fingers and ass clench around my dick. As his friends re-form the six-Eeveeloution circle with him-and-me as one member, I bite down on his neck and fill his insides while my hand gets covered in his spunk.

For their part, the other five Eeveelotuions – Vape, Flare, Umbre, Esp, and Sylve – haven't stopped their previous conversation at all, so the Jolteon and I got to just bask in the afterglow for a bit before we casually join the conversation while still tied. Before I can let go of his dick, the Vaporeon kneels down in front of us and holds my wrist while he begins licking over his friend's crotch, cleaning my fingers in the process. The 'bre disappears for a moment before quickly returning with three drinks in hand, making to give one each to me and the Jolteon (one for himself of course). Now, I don't drink much, especially when I'm out on a Hunt – but I wasn't Hunting tonight, so I decide to indulge for the heck of it.

Eventally, I make to pull out of that cute butt, and as its electric-type owner steps aside to stretch a little, that Vaporeon shifts from his friend's crotch to my crotch without missing a beat and starts cleaning me off as well. I'm not complaining at all!

At some point another drink appears in my hand. I'm getting really comfy with this sexy sextet and a bit loose. Now, I don't generally drink because I like staying in control, and while not in control here I indirectly imply I sometimes eat people without directly saying as much. It's clear enough that, in hindsight, I can now tell that each of the six looked at me differently, though it's an interesting mixed bag. Most people don't like the idea of people who eat other people, and while Hunters are common enough to be lurking at the back of the cultural awareness with a sort of we-don't-acknowledge-them acceptance, some “disappearances" do get pushed and prosecuted – and though I don't read the group well enough at the time, now I can tell most of the Eeveloutions here feel the same in that moment. Even the Vaporeon sucking my dick gets a look in his eyes that he should be far away and not gagging on my member, but he was apparently too cock-hungry to stop just yet and actually does eventually get a small second release from me – which, respect. But I call it a “mixed bag" now because I can now realize that the Espeon, while kinda scared or repulsed like most of the others, also seems kinda fascinated learning I'm a Hunter… And the Flareon actually gets even more animated than before, soon dominating the conversation with (still-buzzed-and-mostly-oblivious) me for the next five or ten minutes before the group finally moves on.

Me, still feeling my drinks and feeling a bit high from the double release, stays at the party for a little while longer before shuffling back off down the beach to my rental for the night.

Nothing notable happens the next day. (Well, at least not notable for this particular story – I do encounter a cute Dewott while wading in the shallows just in front of my rental house and follow him a bit further out into the surf to fuck while floating in the ocean there – A+ do recommend.) But the next day, I'm sunbathing out on a big beach lounge chair on the house's sizable wrap-around deck when I see the Flareon and Espeon from the rave night approaching. The fire-type is radiating self-confidence like he totally belongs here as the two march up the deck stairs while the psychic-type almost looks lost, maybe even afraid, and following along because he should. Around now is when I finally wise up to exactly what I had said the previous night, making me wonder why these two have decided to come over to a Hunter's place, though maybe also explaining the Espeon's apparent nerves. I mean, I know I'm a great lay, but still. And that said, it's the psychic-type whose member is already at half-staff, so maybe these two are just interested in the thrill of the potential danger…

If so, the Flareon is being very cavalier about it all, sitting right down on the long end of my lounge chair and starting to just chat me up and massage one of my feet. I'm still a little confused, but don't complain at all as I motion the Espeon over, which he does, letting me wrap an arm around his midriff, and after a moment or so I can feel him relax a bit in my grasp.

While we're just shooting the breeze, all this physical contact gets the blood flowing to my member, which gets fully and unashamedly engorged soon enough. I can tell the two start stealing glances at my crotch as my red rocket stands up proudly, with clear lust in both of their eyes, and I obviously am eyeing up both of their bodies as well, just… For a bit more than a lay. I don't know if they showed up because or in spite of suspecting I'm a Hunter, but I'm going to go for it, and have my fun along the way.

I get a bit impatient after a while for things to get started, and raise one of my well-massaged paws up to the Flareon's muzzle, causing him to stop what he's saying mid-sentence. After a small pause, I simply command “suck", flexing my toes against his nose, and boy, he doesn't hesitate one second. I'm not a big foot-fetish person, but I can tell he is, so why not let him indulge a little bit? I also look up at the Espeon while the fire-type gets to business, cooing out “you too, cutie". I don't directly put anything in his face, but with a little flex, I wag the place I want sucked, and while the psychic-type can't literally read a dark-type's mind, he gets my message loud and clear and soon has his face right in my crotch.

I just give a satisfied sigh and start lounging for a bit while the two of them service me with some sexy shlurps, rubbing the Espeon's head between those big purple ears and occasionally bucking up into that wonderful little foxy-feline mouth. I'm happy with this for a while, pondering how I'm going to handle keeping one of them close enough to eat once I start on the other, but eventually my own lust (from their adept attention) overpowers my Hunting scheming and I pluck the Espeon off my dick so I can get up momentarily and shove the Flareon flat down on the deck and lift his legs to start teasing his hole.

I lose track of time and how many positions we go through, but this is one of the best threesomes I ever have. I forget everything we do, but I do know that I get both of them off in quick succession before shooting my load up the Flareon's fluffy ass… Arceus, his tunnel is wonderfully warm and tight.

Eventually the three of us are just flopped down on the wood of the deck, side-by-side and lightly panting. I'm lightly running my hand across my chest, wiping around the Espeon's jizz, coming down from my sex high and feeling my Hunger start to truly wake up now. While this whole nude beach sees people fucking in plain view of everyone else all the time, I'm glad that the deck on my rental has a nice railing-fence around it for a bit of privacy – specifically, I'm glad that we haven't attracted an audience at any point from our little show, considering what I'm about to do.

I lean my head to the right and open my jaws, tongue lolling out as I give a long, slow lick from the Espeon's shoulder across the side of his neck and up to the base of his ear. He shudders and slightly angles his head away, but doesn't try getting away – I even feel the hint of his hand reach out to brush against mine. Maybe they *are* here because of instead of in spite of me being a Hunter…

In the moment, I decide the Espeon isn't quite ready yet, as I can taste the fear on him in addition to his wonderful slightly-lavender flavor. Instead, I just roll my head over to the left and do the same long lick on the Flareon. Far from recoiling, he leans slightly against my tongue as it drags along his cheek, and I can hear a small whimsical “hmm" emanate from his throat as he's tasted. Instead of finishing my lick, I hold my tongue against his cheek, slowly wiggling it around a little as a sample what seems like the hint of paprika. He rubs his cheek against my tongue for a little bit before tilting his head to face me and begins fully nuzzling into that wet muscle. I'm baffled by this stranger's seeming wild desire to become a Hunter's meal, but my stomach growls in appreciation nonetheless.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the other fire-type's member rising again, and as I start spreading my jaws over his head, my view angles enough that I can see his companion's cute little Espeon dick is already once again at full mast, its owner giving a little gasp as he props himself up on one elbow to get a better view of the meal unfolding before him. I decide to give both of them a literal hand as my teeth lightly close around both sides of the Flareon's head as I start jerking the two of them off once again, earning moans from both of them – embarrassed from the psychic-type and utterly indulgent from the fire-type.

Now fully confident in knowing that these two boys are fully into the idea of them (or at least of one of them) being Hunted, I take a very leisurely pace in consuming my first course. I'm very much enjoying the Flareon's flavor and he seems to be enjoying the sensation of my maw sliding over him, so why not draw it out? Slowly, almost gently, my jaws spread inch by inch until I've engulfed the other fire-type's shoulders between my teeth. His shoulders are a bit broader than I expected just looking at him and the whole sextet of lithe Eeveeloutions from the other night, but I guess it's common for Flareon (and Leafeon, blecch) to be a bit beefier among the set of 'eons out there. Again, I'm not complaining, I'm all for extra meat.

The fire-type's nose tickles the back of my mouth, and I swallow for the first time. I can feel my afternoon snack groan loudly in my throat as my muscles grip and engulf his head.

The Espeon next to me is now shivering as he watches his friend disappear in by inch past my lips with rapt attention. My hands are still working over both of their members, and neither my hands nor my gullet are slowing down at all.

Eventually, I get enough of the Flareon down my throat that the side-by-side feeding position just doesn't work anymore. I momentarily let go of both 'eon dicks and roll myself atop my meal, straddling his knees so his torso is now coming up into my maw, and resume pumping both boys' members now with the opposite hands. With a slightly stronger tug, I encourage the Espeon to close the distance where I had been laying a moment ago. As he scoots closer, I let go of his dick for a moment to push his head up against my neck, then resume jerking him off as he gets an up-close experience of my stretched-out gullet dragging the Flareon to the waiting pit of my gut.

My mouth works its way down the fire-type's torso, until the tip of my nose bumps the wood of the deck and I push my tongue out enough for it to replace my hand on my meal's engorged member. At this point, I straighten my back up so I'm not hunched over the tasty fluffy 'mon, and I can feel his head pushing against the bottom of my stomach. Now his legs are semi-hanging in the air, but they're certainly not limp yet as I keep slurping over his junk, so those legs are flexing and his toes curling all the while. My now-free hand reaches down to grasp one of Flareon's feet now, simultaneously using that grip to push him quicker into my maw and also giving him a bit of a foot massage like he gave me earlier. I can tell the little foot slut likes it by how he starts furiously humping against my tongue, then against the inside of my throat as I keep swallowing.

The Espeon, so far utterly fascinated with the pulsing motion of my gullet, now shifts his focus to his companion's rapidly disappearing legs. He reaches over and helps with the Flareon's feet, massaging and pushing up, all while just staring at my teeth. I'm glad for the privacy-ish railing around the deck as two of us are dooming this other guy to a fate of flab on my midsection and a flush down the rental's toilet. I mean, a few moments later, the fire-type fully tenses up and cums well down low in my gullet while the psychic-type is fully pushing those large paw pads into my maw. The Espeon is panting hard as I'm still jerking him off, but I'm sure the show he's participating in is also revving his engine quite a bit. He keeps pushing the Flareon's feet inward until his own hands begin to enter my mouth, with the psychic-type only stopping when my teeth and lips close around his wrists, making him suddenly tense up with a sharp intake of breath.

I hold those paws and hands in my mouth for a moment, sucking on them both to enjoy each flavor, before I swallow again, using my teeth to lightly hold the lithe Espeon's wrists in place as my gullet pulls the Flareon's feet out of his friend's grasp.

That “loss" is apparently all the psychic-type needs to push him over the edge, and for the second time in an hour he sprays his load on me (this time over my arm instead of my chest).

My last few swallows are intentionally loud as a squeeze his member, using both to milk his load as much as possible. My belly swells out conspicuously as the other fire-type slides down my esophagus and empties into that death chamber with seemingly no complaints whatsoever. As my throat clears, I make a show of pulling my cum-soaked arm up and licking all over it to clean it off, telegraphing to the psychic-type just how much I'm enjoying this preview of his flavor while he's just panting in sexual afterglow and staring at me like a parched man in a desert at the edge of an oasis.

It takes a minute or two to fully clean up, the only sounds coming above the surf and beach breeze being the remaining kid's panting, my slurping up his jizz, and my gut starting to spin its digestive activity up into full drive. As those gurgles start being the loudest thing between us, I stand up and motion for the Espeon to follow suit. I'm not sure if anyone is walking nearby enough to see up on the deck enough to catch the swell beneath my ribs, but I'm not wanting to risk letting anyone else know there's a Hunter in this rental house.

“Inside now, cutie."

It seems to take a moment for the command to register for the Espeon, but in a moment he walks up to the deck door and I escort him into my temporary den and out of sight of any other potential prying eyes. I'm still not 100% sure if he's actually thinking he's going to be my second course or if he just seems to get his rocks off on the thought of murder-via-living-incinerator, but once I close the deck door behind me, I know he isn't going to see the sky ever again regardless of what he thinks he's going to get out of spending more time with me.

He makes it to the middle of the living room and pauses for a moment, before turning to face me and almost starting to ask a question. I cut him off with a small shove, planting his ass on the big couch there and quickly plopping my engorged gut into his lap and against his torso, pinning him to the couch. Whatever he's going to say completely dies in his throat as I can see a flush come to his cheeks and big ears, and I tell him “rub him. Help tenderize him and break him down."

The Espeon looks up at me, a bit uncertain, but tentatively begins massaging my lightly-squirming belly a moment later. Soon enough, he's rubbing intently and nuzzling against my belly as it groans and churns, and he even manages to find the Flareon's head pressed up against the upper part of my stomach and kisses the crown of the fire-type's head through the thin layers of my fur, skin, and muscle separating my food from the outside world.

It's only now, as I start teasing him about aiding in dooming his friend to be nothing but fuel for my own furnace, that I learn they aren't just friends – they're fucking brothers, y'all. All six of them, in fact. All gay too boot, but never actually fucked each other, at least to the Espeon's knowledge – at least, not until Espe and Flare got so damn caught up in the sexual energy of the three of us on the deck less than an hour ago that they both reamed each other's asses from the sheer horniness of having a threesome with me.

A Hunter.

He's a good masseur, and earns a few hearty paprika-scented belches to the face over the next hour as the light, comfortable wiggling of his brother dies down to nothing. We finally stop a little bit later as the lumps of Flareon meat start feeling a bit softer to the touch, and I release him from his belly-pin on the couch by flopping down to his side myself. I throw an arm over his shoulder and hug him to my side as my other hand reaches for the remote, and I casually turn on some sports on the TV.

We just chill like that for the rest of the night for the most part. I do tease him around dinnertime that he can go raid my fridge if he wants, while I'm fine just churning away his brother. He doesn't move from my side for a moment, but eventually his belly gives a little growl as well and I just laugh, at which point he starts blushing so much and timidly shuffles over to the kitchen to grab a small snack for himself. And just to be sure he gets enough to eat, once he's down with his snack, I force him down to the floor between my legs so he gets some extra meat (and extra cream) with the sloshy semi-solid remnants of his brother pressing down on his forehead as he does so.

And then I take him to bed for the night.

The next morning starts with me somewhat clumsily mounting him in bed, but after that the morning progresses much like the previous evening did. The main difference now is that there's no longer any sign that there was a whole person stuffed down into my gut yesterday – it's still mostly the size of a person, but there's absolutely nothing solid left in there. As such, the hint of a Flareon face is starting to appear on my abs near my left hip – and the first time the Espeon notices, it totally starts commanding his attention for the day as it starts coming into view. I even have him follow me into the bathroom to sit by the John and watch as I dump the first part of the fire-type's sludgey remains into that porcelain bowl, pointing out the fur in my stool to him before I flush it away. Through it all, he's staring at my gut, his boner coming and going throughout the day.

By the time midafternoon rolls around, the psychic-type apparently can't take it any more and hoists himself up onto my lap, starts grinding his junk against my softening belly, and pushing his add down into my crotch – easily earning the desired effect of little Cain coming to life and teasing at his hole. Soon, he's repeatedly impaling himself on my pride as he bounces on my lap, and I just have my hands on his shoulders to keep encouraging him to go down as deeply as he can each time, bucking my hips up (and my belly against his) with each bounce.

Now, being the rental house that it is, this place has one of those front-door smart cameras, and the control console for it is sitting on one of the side tables there in the living room. I'm greatly enjoying being ridden on the couch when out of the corner of my eye, I see the screen activate and show the view out front leading to the road. A car – not mine – has apparently pulled up, and I see three of the other four Eeveeloution brothers – Vape, Umbre, and Sylve – tentatively making their way up to the rental's front door. (I presume Jolt is waiting in the car.) Espe, facing me while riding, doesn't see any of this on the screen behind him, and is only riding harder and harder with each passing minute. He's jostling my sloshing belly so much that, a moment later, just before I see the three reach up to knock, I let out one of the largest belches in my entire life, so much that it almost rattles the windows.

There's a thump on the front deck as one of the three there drops his phone, and Espeon's eyes bolt open – and, surprisingly, one of his hands claps over his own little muzzle to keep him quiet as we both listen to what the boys out front do next. We can hear them start talking, but their frantic whispers are quiet enough we can't directly make out what they're saying. I can read their lips on the screen, though.

“Holy shiiit… they're dead."

“…they're so dead. Already. He… he ate them both."

“I don't believe it…"

Hand still keeping himself totally stifled, the Espeon starts slowly easing himself back up and down on my member once again. Respect, little freak, getting off at the prospect of rescue being so close but keeping himself muzzled anyway.

“…so what do we do now?"

“I… I guess we just… leave?"

“We do nothing about the guy who ate our brothers?"

“People saw us with him at the rave the other night, and the two of them came here voluntarily. Even if we ever figure out where he actually lives, we can't pursue anything against him without those facts coming out…"

“…so we just go home, then."

“Yeah, I think so, just go home as scheduled… Just the four of us."

They're silent for a moment, just hovering right in front of the door as if in disbelief of their own plan, and in that time the Espeon pushed himself down on my dick far enough that I feel him start to shudder, followed soon by a wetness over my abs. I watch the three brothers out front finally turn and go back to their car as the psychic-type's ass is clenching on my member, trying to milk a load out from me. It doesn't come immediately, but as the kid comes down from his own climax, our eyes meet and there's an unspoken communication that he fully, unequivocally *belongs* to me now, after willingly letting his brothers think he's already taken that one-way trip down my throat. That thought gets me riled up, and the exhausted 'eon has to endure his ass being used for another two or three minutes until I finally give him the cream he wanted.

The rest of the afternoon and evening goes by filled with much more overt actions on my part reminding the Espeon of his upcoming fate: tasting him, nibbling on his ear or fingers or whatever, taking him on another dump example in the bathroom. There's enough Flareon slurry still coursing through my guts, though, that we make it to bed for a second night in the row with the psychic-type still outside of my smelter.

When we wake up the next morning, though, I greet my Espeon with a “good morning, breakfast," and an intentful lick of my lips. He meekly mumbles “good morning…" back, and seems like he considers raising his hand up to my mouth. Before he can do that, though, I throw off the covers to reveal both a clear-as-day Flareon face tattoo on my now-only-midsize gut and raging morning wood. He gets the message clearly and flips himself around on the mattress, getting into a sixty-nine position as he starts slurping over my member again. He quickly comes to full mast himself, and I start jerking him off while licking all over those somewhat curvy thighs of his…

While I do admit that I'm really enjoying this blowjob, my Hunting instincts are also on full power this morning; soon enough I can't take it any more and reach up to pull the psychic-type's small feet into my mouth and immediately begin swallowing. I can feel a gasp through his nostrils against my balls as his ankles and shins are quickly enveloped in that tight, gripping wet warmth, but instead of slowing down, he actually speeds up with his oral skills. I start humping into that talented mouth even as I'm sucking more of him deep into my own, absolutely relishing that stretch I feel in my neck as his feet make their way down.

He keeps sucking and I keep swallowing until my jaws are up to his crotch, and just like the other day, I trade my jerking hand for my tongue – and in mere moment, my tongue on his dick is enough to send him over the edge, and I get a wonderful salty appetizer while he keeps trying to milk one last load out of me as well. Tasting his seed does the trick, and a moment later I'm shoving the back of his head into my crotch, making him gag on my meat as I shoot down his throat.

At this point, his feet reach the bottom lining of my gut, and as I let go of his head so he can finally breath again, I can feel his toes flex and squish around a little bit in there, surely feeling at least some slop and fur of what's left of his brother. I swallow up to his waist before he fully comes down from his climax and starts taking in his current situation. His feet move again inside my gut as more of him is forced in, and I can see a slight hint of discomfort start to cross his face.

That's stomach acid for ya, kid.

He doesn't try to say anything until my lips start sliding over his ribs, and I simply reach a hand up to cover his mouth – conveniently giving me a grip on his head to help start pushing him in. I can tell he's starting to feel a real sting at this point and accordingly starting to second-guess this whole ordeal and panic a bit, but he's in far too deep now to change anything.

The next five or ten minutes devolve into him starting to struggle and flail a bit, but even with one hand holding his muzzle, an experienced Hunter like myself easily uses my other hand to keep him relatively restrained, and soon enough my belly is bloating out again with most of my prey inside. I can feel him trying to kick my stomach from the inside, but it's absolutely no use as he slips further and further past my lips. For one last time this trip, I trade my hand for my tongue, this time in holding his mouth shut. I take just a moment or so to hold his head between my open jaws, giving him one last tooth-bordered view of the outside world, before closing my jaws to seal him away permanently. One push with my tongue and final swallow, and he's nothing but food for my gut to do with what it does best. Struggling as he does in that caustic chamber, he doesn't last long.

The nice thing about Hunting at a nude beach rental house is that you never have to worry about disposing of any personal affects, as anyone you lure to the house (or, in this case, who comes willingly) comes not wearing a damn thing, and usually not bringing anything like a phone or wallet either. I do actually like taking extra cash and gift cards from wallets or claiming any clothes I like after typical Hunts, but the privacy and non-traceability of a rental house are fairly good trade-offs IMO.

I still think about those other four Eeveeloution brothers from time to time, both wondering how their family adapted to two sudden disappearances and wondering how the others might have tasted – especially that Vaporeon, I just love Hunting water-types… Probably for the best that I'll never know, though, as any ability of mine to potentially trace them down for a third course would likely come with a reciprocal ability of them tracking me down, and I'm plenty happy at the moment remaining as an anon fuck and untraceable mystery Hunter. Besides, 'eons aren't that uncommon – I've had others before and since. But that was one hell of a unique beach week for me…