‘And how about you?’ she asked. ‘Trousers. A new shirt. Um, button-down collar, um, stripes, um, gray and light blue.’ ‘Not bad,’ she asse...sed. It turned out that she’d never been to a fancy restaurant before. She’d read an article in one of her magazines about how a girl should conduct herself, but she couldn’t remember it all. ‘Just stick with me,’ I assured her. I described the checkered curtains, the way the maitre d’ took us to our booth, the table cloth, the silverware, the chianti bottle. "Not all the pirates have left these waters. A few seem to be sacking the city." I paid his request anyway and we all went on. By the time I had everybody settled, I looked around for the safety equipment. There was a small notice and I saw that the craft had much less safety equipment than what was required even in the 60s.The day was warm but the water cooled us considerably. When we got a mile away from the dock, the captain began his lecture on the various points of interest.We talked about. . I think, who was tricked by some phony Voodoo Priest. I was so mad at Doug I mean Donna. I started to cry.Meanwhile it seemed as if Donna did not even care. He started talking about when he was a little boy and his first Saints football game. I mean honestly, men are so uncaring. I go to all this trouble of getting a priest to help our marriage and all Doug can do is rant on about football.Aw shit, there I go again I keep slipping into Donna mode. Donna was very happy she claimed to really. I tried to bring myself to my feet, like a new born deer. The lights flickered on from a switch that I must have missed on my way in. A female voice echoed from the corridor, “Fuck me, Love. That sounded good.” I panicked but it was too late, she was in the room and staring right at me, “So, was it?” I nodded shyly, “It… It was my first.” “Ever?” The strange woman exclaimed. I nodded again. “Wow! Well, you have been missing out, my friend, but you’re in for a treat if you cum like that every.