.. the emotional turmoil didn't seem worth the sometimes dubious reward.After that, I just came for a few dances if someone caught my fancy — or I h...rs. I stayed away from the slow songs and made sure to escort each girl back to her table after one dance. I did like listening to the bands; they generally were quite good. I paced myself on the beer, maybe one every forty-five minutes or so. I got in the habit of peeling the labels off the bottles until one of the bar girls hinted that if I was. They woke up in their messdeck with horrendous hangovers in the lateforenoon of the next day, the ship having sailed at 1000.They got to work getting the club ready to open that afternoon but werehopeful there would not be too much of a crowd, almost everyone on boardhaving been ashore the day before and likely as hungover as they.But Michele was in for a pleasant surprise.AB Jason Jones' job when the club was open was to be the doorman andbouncer. The door to 6QDA was a standard steel. I put on stockings; heels but oooops forgot any undies! I know what I want and I intend to get it.Greg – his name – is in his 40s, stocky, close cropped hair and is wearing tradesman’s garb. He is unconventionally handsome, has huge hands and talks like a bit of a geezer! I can see he is checking out my curves and so I ramp up the flirting.Eventually he finds the lead and places it firmly back in its place, he asks me for the keys to try and start the car. I climb in to the passenger seat,. It lookedlike a village shack. There were two mats on the ground. Both Nicky andMichel exchanged glances (and slight smiles) when they realized they wouldbe able to see each other and would not need to imagine what was happeningto themselves. The dawn sun was slowly appearing. Dutu and Butu saw thelithe naked boys laying helplessly on the mats. Their pathetic cocks werebound by the chain and looked so feminine even though they were clearlyboys. Nicky guessed they were meant to send a signal out.