Not really, I just wasn’t able to come back until recently. But who is this fellow?”“His name is Paul Gregory. He is...”“I know, Marie. I kn...w.”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of the garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car. Oh yes, the world didn't fail to notice it either. All daylong, at work, at lunch, wherever I was, I was very aware of guys checkingme out. Heck, *I* would have checked me out -- I was a hottie -- somethingthe short dress and heels showed off nicely. I actually enjoyed theattention. Not something I ever received as a guy.We all did meet up for the anniversary dinner that night. Jenny lookedeven better than she did in the morning, compliments of Sarah's makeupmagician. I didn't think any of that. The yacht astern was a ghostly shadow. We were reaching along, our sails hardly drawing, at about two knots when the unmistakable rattle of gunfire was heard from dead ahead. Mavis quietly mustered all hands on deck and issued weapons. Machetes and .38 revolvers for the two rascals. Uzis for the officers. The cook had a cleaver. We lowered the main without a squeak from the gaff and crept towards the noise under jib and mizzen. I was sent to the bows with my Bren gun and a box of filled. .buthe cannot. As soon as he touches his penis, all he can do is pat itgingerly and move his hand away.Training Mistress laughs hysterically."Poor baby," says Training Mistress. "What are you going to do, huh baby?Tell me -- what would you like me to do with this big, black dildo? Youmay speak freely." Please, please," whimpers John. "Please stick it in my ass. Thank you,Mistress." What is it, baby?" coos Training Mistress. "You have to be more clear.I don't understand." Please, please, I.