Twisting after her second puff, Jill came to rest on her elbows, but this time with her chest held up facing the sun. ‘Just the front now…oh!?’...Frozen in mid-sentence, Jill looked taken aback by Marcel’s equally obvious excitement. She held her gaze, perplexed and speechless, staring intently at his scythe. ‘Well, it seems I have made quite an impression on you!’ She mocked with her smile flexing. Marcel’s pole hung threateningly over Jill’s tits, bobbing with the slightest of movements and. 'Interesting, ' he thought. 'That's a hull down there.'Hold on a second.' Yes. 'It was moving slightly.'Rocking back and forth with the slight beach wave action ... wash and return.'How long has it been down?' he wondered.The bottom had the normal growth that all wood hulls had, but the sides that he could see were clean. There was a very slight trickle of bubbles coming up as the hull rocked.He thought, 'if that's only down about 30 feet, I could tie a cable to the bow cleat and use the diesel. I got suddenly very anxious approaching the door, like a young teen on a first date with his first kiss; I suppose I just wondered what seeing her would be like again. I popped open the door and immediately glanced over at her desk, She wasn’t there……despite the fact my nervousness and heart thumping had subdued, I was disappointed. For a moment there, I thought she may have done something stupid like quit because of what happened! It was already 10:45, time to head for the board room and. I hate to admit it, but I spent much of that waiting time thinking about my captive, hoping that she was okay in my absence. Not that I was at all worried that she could escape, or anyone would get in to find and rescue her, but more that I’d left her enough food and water, and that the lighting was working okay, and she wasn’t bored stupid.Okay, guys, so I missed it. I shoulda realized right then that the amber warning light was blinking. I didn’t.That afternoon my platoon went down to the.