I felt dumb for not thinking of that. "Well I guess that would work," Isaid."Look," she said. "I don't know why I am saying this. It is kind ofgros... and crazy, but if you have to do this, you need to do it right.You think about it all this week. If you are still sure it is what youwant, we'll band and cut you next Saturday. We'll even put ice on it todull the pain, and we'll dress you up like a girl so the hospitalunderstands why you did it and even take you to the hospital, OK? Butyou. LeBoeuf," he ordered, and watched as the gangplank was raised, the mooring lines cast off, and the ship was expertly manoeuvred out of the harbour."No pilot, Mr. LeBoeuf?" he asked."Sir, I am a qualified pilot for this harbour, so none is needed." Useful." Well, frankly, Sir, there is little to do between cruises, so I took the necessary courses more to pass the time than anything."Henry turned and noted that a destroyer had slipped her moorings and was accompanying them out to sea. As they. Please tell me, where are we going?" she pleaded."You will find out when we get there. So stop asking or you'll feel the back of my hand. Okay?!" he proclaimed. A single tear fell from her eye, she quickly wiped it away as she looked out trying to figure out where she was and where he was taking her. As she looked out nothing seemed familiar, they were in a dark dank part of town, where the warehouses and storage units are. Nothing good ever happened to people in this part of town. As Pat was. Tom pushed forward his seven inches of swollen flesh and eased it into the warm, slippery cunt. There was no hurry. This was no quick morning fuck. This was to be a slow-building, satisfying, climax.There was something special about Carly's cunt. Tom had noticed it the first time they fucked. Like most cunts it was warm and slippery. But hers seemed to have small ridges in the walls that hardened the closer she got to climax. He sometimes thought that was one of the reasons he married her.Carly.