Get over it,” Gustavo holds his arms out. “Want me to take ya home now?”Without saying another word, Nikita grabs her clothes and sits in the fr...nt seat. Gustavo puts his undies and jeans back on and gets back in the driver's seat. He looks at her and decides to stay quiet for the time being. When they reach her house a few minutes later, he walks her to her door.“Oh, my God, how I feel like I just came back from a date or sumthing wit you walking me to tha door,” Nikita manages to smile. “But. The next morning, I found my boyfriend asleep in his chair, sleeping like the dead, not even a snore to indicate that he was alive. Thankfully, I was used to the way he slept and didn’t feel the terror I used to feel when we’d first started dating. I used to always think that he’d died.I stroked his hair back from his forehead, looking down at him adoringly. I was still scared of letting go, of feeling love, but at least I knew that Wes was all I could ever hope for and more. He was the perfect. By that time my parents were back home so we had dinner, watched television for about forty-five minutes and then went off to sleep. But I couldn't identify myself that night. Maybe it was the sudden onset of guilt, maybe it was shame, maybe it was something that I couldn't figure out, but what I couldn't decide was what or who was I now. So the next morning, my parents left for work and I started my research. I learned that what I had done, twice yesterday, was a somewhat common fetish known. Then, for an hour or so, crew member have the run on the girl placed in it. It is necessary they have some relief.“„Mmm... yes... of course... „ Quentin's brain seemed to be throbbing at the very thought of such a bestial ordeal.The girl who had been on the prow now stood on the deck, looking relieved but fatigued. She wore a leather harness, wrist and ankle bands. These were now transferred to the girl who had just arrived. Then she was lowered over the side and chained in position, arms.