However, since I only know the religious stories behind famous classical artwork, I didn’t put up much of an argument. In fact, I couldn’t see any...kind of similarity, except that both Mohammed (blessings and praise upon him, obviously) and Jesus (not on a motorbike for a change) are people that have supposedly existed for realsies. In fact, Islam acknowledges Jesus was real, but doesn’t think he warrants all that much attention. Well, whatever. I had no particular interest in this discussion or. It was messing Cat's sense of orientation up... maybe they were actually vertical... but she was on the bed so... oh. Oh. Cat realised what Trina was doing, and it was... oh god, it was fantastic. The air whooshed out of Cat's lungs, a burst of pleasure tingling through her as Trina's tongue got to work. Cat's hips jerked involuntarily, her back arching off the bed as Trina moved with her, hands affixed to Cat's hips, holding the younger girl in place firmly. Trina grinned at Cat's enthusiastic. But, you are disease-free, right?”“Yes. I have a report if you want one.”“How old?”“One week.”“Ooh, for me?”“Well, it was just to be sure, but I was doing it just in case…we started.”“Good. Bring it. I’m on the pill, so we won’t need condoms.” She leaned over and opened her nightstand. “Here.” Her report was three weeks old and gave her a clean bill of health. “I wanted it just in case myself.”I peeked over into the drawer and winked at her. She replied, “I’m a healthy woman with healthy. We stayed at our beloved Sheraton hotel downtown. In the evening at the bar, we met two guys from England who came in with their sailing yacht after a stormy crossing through the Bay of Biscay.My husband, as a former navy officer and deep-sea sailor, got into conversation with them. We were asked if we could be of help to sail their yacht to Gibraltar, because one of them had to fly back to London for urgent business meetings and it was impossible to sail a 20m yacht with one hand.We were.