If she had had any idea that they were coming to a hotel of this calibre, she might have taken more care with her packing.Her dress thankfully looked ...emi okay when she examined her reflection critically in the mirror. Her hair badly needed cutting, but a haircut was a luxury she did not have the time for these days. With a sigh, she pinned the unruly waves back in a chignon and stepped into her shoes."Ready now?" Chris asked patiently."I guess so," she said, adding a touch of lipstick. "Do I. Every time my mum turned to me, my wife opened her legs, driving me wild and making me stutter, as I lost concentration. We finished chatting, said our goodbyes then set off back on our walk to return to our temporary home. We set off down the road, as we decided to take a scenic off roadway back. We had only just stepped out of my mum's and her skirt was up. She certainly knew how to play the game.I couldn't believe she was doing it, to be honest as my mum lives in a built-up area, it was. Dead tired men, their faces chalky under their farmer's tan, sunk-eyed, slack-jawed, lean-muscled, played out. They were a loose-jointed, scarecrow crew. Seth was surprised they were so ordinary looking, so ragged and worn. He had seen lots of soldiers, but none like these. They swung one leg after the other almost like machines. They bent their backs, and they carried their rifles and packs every which way, frypans dangling at their waists.Their enemy was the sun, and their merciless foe grew. There was already room as it was, just aft of the mast. We could either cut the forward cabin some and put it in the waist, or we could build up the cabin more and put it on top. However, the current rig was optimized for rowing and I didn’t like that. If we turned it into a brig, though, the launcher would have to go in the waist between the masts.I’m not sure I could explain exactly why I didn’t like galleys. Maybe it was just because I wouldn’t want to spend a whole voyage rowing. I was.