”“No one’s ever fucked me like that,” I whispered, as we got closer to the door.“Do you want me to fuck you again?” he whispered.“No,”...I said.But I allowed the next lurch of the train to press me against him. I twisted my torso so that my still swollen nipples rubbed on his shirt front. He held me for an instant, a hand tight on the swell of my belly. A finger slid through the seams of my blouse to touch my belly button ring. Then he pushed me forward, so I was flush against Trevor, who was. Chalo ab let jao, mai upar se kitanuo ko dhundhna suru kartahu. Didi ne bhi bhola banke sidhi let gayi. Dadu tab tak apne kapde utarne laga tha… Dekhte hi dekhte wo ab chaddi me tha, aur uska lund khada hokar chaddi ko pahad bana raha tha. Jo didi se nahi chhupa tha.Didi—-dadu ye kya kar rahe ho ap? Kapde kyu khole apne?Dadu—-are beti ye kitanu kahi mere kapdo me lage to, tere dadi ko fir ye bimari ho jayegi.Didi—-oh. Thik kiya dadu apne. Apko to doctor hona chahiye tha…. Haste huyeDadu—-iccha. A free, three-month vacation in paradise before I started a new job search sounded great. The added perk of fertility assistance made it particularly interesting; but we had serious doubts about it. At best, this was some kind of experimental fertility clinic, but on the other hand, and much more likely, this was a solicitation for fucking my wife. And why the qualifications? We were certainly not racist, but subservient? It sounded very weird, but Lynda was excited about replying. She was. There was nothing that I could pin down on the cruiser or anything out of place with the crew or the people I was working for. I think the first real indication I had that something was not quite right was when the Captain informed that the two Moldovans had not shown up for work on the morning after we docked in Haifa and that sent a seismic shock wave thru my radar system that things were not exactly as they seemed.I thought back to the advice I had gotten in Rome from my former mentor Father.