I also missed some of the closeness we used to share when we would talk to one another about everything, and I often felt lonely.It was hard for me to...admit that I was thinking about fucking Ethan, but I was horny and attracted to him enough that I started wearing my bikini when we ate lunch together by the pool. He's a bold teenager, and he didn’t even try to hide that he was gawking at my big breasts bulging out of my bikini top, with my big areolas and nipples poking out, and my rather. He was hungry, but he had plenty of water, and he had gone hungry for a lot longer than this before. He would keep warm and wait it out.He slept in fitful starts and stops, getting up to feed more wood to the fire and to check the level of the snow beyond the lowest branches of his tree. The quiet was greater than any he'd ever known, with the heavy snowfall blanketing the sound that the air might carry. It was quiet like this that let him lose himself in his thoughts and memories. Other than. He used just the tip of the djambok to land hard, burning shots on any exposed flesh even as I curled into a ball to protect myself.My tears flowed freely now there was no defiance left in me. I tried to crawl into the corner but he followed me raining fire on me with the djambok. I don’t know how long I lasted before everything went black.I was alone when I woke up. My throat was raw and it hurt to swallow. For a few seconds I couldn’t figure out why I was in this strange room. Everything came. As I was leaving, she held my arm, thanking me and saying, “come back and chat to me, when you have time.” It took a half hour or so to clear up, stow away and serve nightcaps. Ms Johansson had a brandy and as I passed it to her our fingers touched, and lingered a little longer than was necessary. I went back to the galley and took a swig myself as the other two were still in the cabin; my heart was thumping. The chief steward came through and said it was time to go to night mode, to allow the.