." Good. She can take them out and will know what to look for in the way of signs of infection or anything like that. Oh, and no heavy lifting for at ...east four weeks." Er ... what do you mean by heavy lifting? I don't have an anchor winch and usually hoist the sails by hand..." How heavy is the anchor?" The main one is forty pounds, not counting the chain, of course." Well, that's right out. And at four weeks you'll have to work up to that sort of weight..." Oh, shit..." I chewed that over for. I started to relax a bit, but then I felt him caress my arms…I started to enjoy it; especially since I had been attracted to that young black guy since he started to work there six months before. He was in his early thirties; he was tall and solid built. I estimated he would be also very well hung. A very well hung black man…I knew I had to get going home to my loving husband, but it felt relaxing and so good, that I let him continue. Without even noticing I was moaning each time he caressed my. “First, who has papers?” Abe laughed as he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. Don reached for his as well, a big grin splitting his face. Phil, on the other hand, sat still, a sardonic smile on his lips. Abe handed over a sheaf of folded paper. His eyes were dancing and his lips curled up in anticipation. “Take your pick, my man…my wife insists I get tested every single time I cross the pond.” “Smart lady,” said Don “reminds me of my wife.” He too had. As I materialized I looked around, feeling Cindy's long hair brush my slender shoulders, and I realized that I was still trapped in a female body. "Cindy! Get over here, I have your next assignment for you!" I looked towards the sound over the voice, and walked over to an attractive blond sitting at a desk. As I walked I couldn't help but notice the strange feeling of movement as my hips swiveled and my ass swayed me forward. "Yes Ma'am, what is it?" I asked in Cindy's little voice. "Ma'am?.