My nostrils flared with the imagined scent of pheromones. My mouth watered. My tongue waggled, then dangled.Slap, slap went my feet. Muscles screamed....My heart beat alarmingly fast. I sucked in oxygen and pressed on."Paul!"Jenny girl? Big. Healthy. A different flower. Not dainty. Not svelte. She'd never be svelte. A svelte Jenny would look silly. She'd be big and sexy, all curvy, all woman. An earthy fragrance. Spicy flavors."Paul, you're finished. You can stop now."I staggered, nearly tripping. She could hear voices in the street but realised they'd never think a young woman was been groped right above their heads. Mr Sanchez was behind her his hands hook round mauling both tits, squeezing her pink nipples as he grunted in satisfaction. "What a fine young bitch you are, we could have come to this arrangement a long time ago." His son was holding her neck pushing her face up into the shower spray his other hand pushing dirty fingers between her lips roaming inside her mouth." That's. ‘Are you a goddess?’ I found myself asking. Thequestion seemed absurd, but less absurd than what I wasseeing with my own eyes.But she laughed aloud, like bells in the wind. ‘Not agoddess,’ she said. ‘Not one of those stuck-up,sanctimonious bitches.’ Cocking her head on one side, sheexamined me. ‘Don’t you know me?’ she challenged. ‘Idon’t believe mortals have entirely forgotten me. I’m theFaery Queen.’I didn’t doubt her, in spite of the voice inside trying totell me how stupid this was. I was. Beautiful. She wasn’t like the ugly, exceptionally tall, wide, and upright monstrosities built for the cruise trade. She looked sleek, purposeful, and fast.As we boarded the ship, we were all even more giddy with excitement. A cruise seemed so exotic, so luxurious, so special. It was a touch disappointing to actually get on the ship and find that the interior was almost spartan. The cabins we got were quite small, actually. They were outside cabins right next to each other consisting of a queen.