.. good sized tugs are hard to find."Who owns the wreck?" I asked. I nodded my head forward, indicating the half submerged tug on the other side of th... tee wharf."I do," he said. "Why?" I wanna practice on it," I said."Practice?" Yeah ... I want to see if I can raise it, repair it, and maybe use it," I explained. "It would keep me home where I can hear Wendy." Hel, you can have it," Eels said."Got a clear title?" Yeah ... I'll go get it," he said.Eels left the Vellamo and walked across the long. Monique knew Murray was asking about her experience last week while investigating a BDSM kink club in Chelsea. She almost got murdered by a sadistic Dom who "bought" her at the club's weekly slave auction. She would have been brutally tortured to death had her jock boyfriend not stormed into the place, practically bashing it to pieces moments before the sadist would have mutilated her genitals with a kitchen mixer. "I'm still a little sore, Murray, but I'll be okay," she answered calmly."Good,. ”“Okay,” said my mother, ignoring my bid for sympathy. “Let me get this straight. You haven’t fucked Tabby.” She stopped, and I nodded. “But you have fucked Christy, and Nessa, and our mother.”“And you and Randi,” I added helpfully.“And you tried to get Christy pregnant.”“And Aunt Vanessa,” I helped again.“Are you trying to make me or Randi pregnant?” she asked.“No Ma’am,” I said.“Why not?” she asked.“Randi said I can’t. Grandma said I can’t either.”“My mother ... told you ... not to get me. He pulled my arms to my sides before wrapping his around and under me. In response I hooked my feet around his thrusting legs. With his lips an inch from my ear he whispered, “Are you on the pill.” “No,” I responded between grunts. I felt his thrusts get faster. “You know what I am going to do, don’t you,” he said. “Yes,” I panted. He was moaning now. “Tell me to do it,” he panted. “Tell me to cum in you.” I wanted him to. I knew it was wrong but I wanted him to drive his cock into me and empty.