What was it?" Connie sighed. "It's going to sound silly, but we're just . . . pretending." Emily stopped and stared at her. "What are you talking abou...?" "I talked to Mom about three weeks ago." Connie resumed walking. "She was pushing me about the last guy I saw, his name was Ron." She told Emily what Ron had said, and Emily's eyes narrowed. "Jerk." "Yep." Connie nodded in absent agreement. "Too bad I never see it soon enough." She continued before her sister could interrupt. "Anyway, Simon. The place was fairly busy on a Saturday night with lots of couples and single guys. I stood there waiting for Stacy to finish up with some purchases and she handed me a small tube of lube and a brown wig and said, "Get in booth 4 and ignore the out of order sign, be sure to put in money and undress down to your girly clothes. Until Denise gets here, you are to suck anyone who comes into booth 5 and remember I am watching." I went in and undressed. My bare feet feeling globs of drying cum as a. Girl babies came ashore only to sleep, and loving fathers doused their sleeping daughters with water periodically. But before long the girls learned to sleep at sea, in what we would call a dead man's float, instinctively lifting their heads every five minutes or so for a deep breath. Once his daughter was out to sea a father's work was done, as was a mother's once the boy was weaned.Men and women both loved sex. Love boats were great but a scarce commodity, so much of the sex happened on land. "In her temporary office, Pru and Maeve sat for a moment discussing tactics."My first problem is to get his guy to talk to me," Pru said. All he does is repeat himself. I'm almost sure there's something fishy about him, but maybe I'm just making that up. Let me talk with him for a while, see how well you think you can communicate. If you have any ideas, write them down for me. Is that all right with you?"Maeve nodded. "Sounds good. I really need to keep quiet until I'm sure we'll be able to.