" Itwas a polite way to tell the passengers to clear the dining hall and alast chance for the passengers to say goodbye in a party atmosphere.Indira p...lled me close and kissed me, a fairly normal thing to do atcasual events on Sappho, depending on the circumstances, but not apassionate kiss on the mouth using her tongue. Yet, I found that Ienjoyed it and let her. I wouldn't have let it go beyond that, but itwas fun.A hint of sly joined her pleased expression and I had a feeling she'denjoyed it. Everything else was incoherent moaning and sobbing.The third day he was awake the doctor asked what he wished to be called. "I feel like I am known as Mark" he replied. The doctors pushed gently for a last name, but he said nothing else. So he became Mark, which in truth was his middle name.The damage to his body was healing but his face was malformed, surgery made him look normal again.Soon it became apparent that he was going to continue as he was for the duration. When the hospital could do. .. the impact was so brutal that I blacked out from the pain. I woke up hours later in the hospital. My balls were the size of cantaloupes and I was on IV painkillers so strong that I had no feeling below the waist.I looked around the room and saw a nurse passing by in the hall outside. She was one of those tiny, thin women with a head full of hair and a bright, cheerful smile. But that was really all she had, and I tend to like my women with a bit more meat on their bones.“It never ceases to. Mona and Dean got along very well. She was a very pretty, petite girl after all, and he was a good natured, burly son of a gun with an outgoing personality.We had only lived there a couple days before Dean took to slapping Mona on the ass whenever she walked near him. She would just laugh, and sometimes slap his ass back. We were in the kitchen one evening when I heard a slap and a giggle and I turned to find Dean’s hand still on her ass, and her just standing still. They were smiling at one.