Like the rest of America, Dex, Mats and I were totally sucked into this show featuring scheming bastards marooned in the Alaskan tundra, conspiring to...backstab each other in the hope of being the last Survivor and taking a million dollar prize. It was like garden variety office politics, except that it was outside and televised.They already had Survivor on, and were sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Dex was predictable in a comfortable way; everything had the prospect of being turned. I think that every human culture used alcohol. Some wisely, some perhaps not so wisely. I didn't claim to be better at that than anyone else, but I wanted my people to be able to blow off some steam when they got a chance. I browbeat the AIs into "recalibrating" one replicator on Hotel to put out a one liter glass bottle filled with something certified to be laboratory-grade ethanol, 99% C2H5OH, with 1% H2O and absolutely no other contaminants. I allowed the AIs to save face by telling them. All the semen in my balls is meant to be inside your womb to nurture your pussy. I am truly randy. Touching it now will make me spill my seed."I realized he was truly in love with me. He wanted to savor my sex. With a surge of love, I kissed him on his forehead and said, "I understand. Just do what you like and take me fully, as many times you like and when you want to."He caressed and loved my breasts for some time and sucked each nipple and licked it with small short and teasing swipes.Then. Many an evening would be spent having a beer on the terrace overlooking the ocean and evening sunsets as we’d swap stories. Trevor’s problem was, he couldn’t be happy with just one girl. Even in the UK where he was from, he told me he had several girlfriends on the go at any one time, been divorced twice and was in his early forties. But he comes to Phuket three to four times a year, because the amount and choice of girls was no comparison to the boring old UK as he called it.Now his other.