Looking up I saw the older man, and he mouthed, "Follow me."I sat there thinking what in the world is he expecting of me. I looked and saw him enter t...e restroom. Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I got up and headed to the restroom. Upon entering, I saw the older man standing in the doorway of the stall with a huge cock sticking out the fly of his pants."Look, I don't know what you expect, but I have never sucked a cock and why do you think I would now," I asked?"Oh but you will by. .. like? She doesn't have much hair there yet, sir."All right, Nancy. Now I know what your punishment should be. Take off your skirt, young lady. Take off your skirt and whatever you have under it and lean down over that table!" and he indicated a low coffee table in front of the omnipresent, narrow cot."But, sir? Do I hafta?" the seventeen year old asked in a soft, quavering voice. "Do I hafta take off my panties, too?" Do as I say!" he ordered in a stern voice and the girl fumbled with the. I still wouldn't go. The idea of separation from Wendy was getting harder to take everyday. She was recovering from yet a third surgery ... although surgery doesn't fit the process ... surgery was what I knew ... what they did was magic. Now she was healing; they didn't put her in a coma ... The Powers that Be told me when she was all fixed ... she'd wake up ... and not until.Another thing; I knew time travel was not only possible but someone had done it.It's like the atomic bomb; the first one. He struggled with some bouts of seasickness but found it interesting to converse with fellow passengers about why they were travelling to the western Pacific. His first destination was Samoa.Arriving there he received his first bit of culture shock. The port city was a real mix of island and western. White people were covered from neck to ankle while the brown ones wore little in the warm climate, being much more practical. Men and women often wore a wrap-around skirt garment and nothing above.