Calvin Dorfman sat at the end of the table looking seriously depressed. Dr. Donaldson, one of the lead scientists in this effort, sat beside Calvin sh...fting nervously in his chair. Leland Bowne, representing the Department of Agriculture, was reading the summary page of the report wondering how he was going to tell his superiors about the contents of it.Magus asked, “Has everyone had a chance to read the preliminary final report on the declining catches for commercial fisherman?”Everyone around. ”“Not everyone,” Ehs said. “Fresh fish should be eaten raw.”Not wanting to get into a discussion about fish, Vennoa laid back onto her bed and closed her eyes. Within an hour or two, she was bored. Was it going to be this boring for the whole trip?Vennoa sat back up. Ehs had gone off somewhere. Vennoa also headed out the cabin to see what the rest of the party were up to. Walking around the corridor, she didn’t see them in their cabins either. Continuing on, she found them in the mess hall,. My thoughts wandered from my present predicament as I began thinking back to all the times I'd put myself into positions where my ego was at stake. I've been tied and bound in just about all commonly known positions, and beaten down, both emotionally and physically. The dollar amount in clothing I've lost is probably in the thousands. If they weren't cut or ripped to shreds, they were soiled to the point of repair. My ass has taken its share of beatings, and intrusions, where sitting down. I was glad there was a carpet. He placed the book on my tummy. ‘Hands at your side. Now breath.’ I did, the book raised and lowered. ‘Now sing and don’t change anything.’ I sang. ‘Ok, stand up.’ He came over to me and put his hand on my tummy and pushed, his other hand on my ass. ‘Sing.’ I sang. As I sang he unfastened and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my ankles. ‘Keep singing.’ I did and as I sang I was aware of his hands wandering all over — my tummy, breasts, ass, pussy, between my.