I don't know what we would have said to each other next. I had neverstood up to my father so vehemently before. I have to admit though, thatI would ha...e probably backed down and ended up begging for hisforgiveness. Such was his power over me. We were both glowering at eachother, fists clenched, when there was a knock on the door. "Mr.Brubaker?" a familiar voice said pleasantly.I opened the door. The same police officer who had taken us to our roomsthe night before was standing there in the. ”“Five.” She was aware that it was bad strategy to cave so easily and make a counter-offer hastily, but she was sweating through her garments and had the urge to visit a restroom. “Five, then.”“Ten.” Charles stood straight again, letting both his palms rest on her upper arms, making her feel small. “Ten, and not a stroke less for your mindless indulgence.”“Fine,” she conceded through clenched teeth. “Ten each. Five thousand strikes. Forty each day. That is… one hundred and twenty… twenty-five. He broke the kiss and with hands on my shoulders moved me to my left and back so I was against the cold outside wall. He kissed me again and his right hand went back to caress my cock n balls. His head sunk down to tongue my nipples and I had to admit I was enjoying it, as my moan testified.He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. He got his cock and undid the rest of his trousers, pulling them down his legs. I sunk to my knees, held his cock in my right hand and slid my lips over it. By the time we were off Newport, the sun started to appear; at first a golden arc, seeming to melt into the ocean, and then quickly rising above the horizon. Lori opened the throttle right up, and the beaches and headlands sped past us as we got closer to the harbour.As we turned to enter the harbour, Lori pointed out the two “leads”; Grotto Point light and Rocherville light, showing me on the chart how by lining them up, we had the correct course to enter the harbour. Of course, they were lit.