"That's cool. Why didn't we fly down on the same flight?" I said.Mom laughed and said, "We did."We chatted during breakfast, each of us talking about...the things we enjoyed the most. I couldn't tell everyone what I enjoyed the most, but I probably didn't have to. Dad told us we needed to pack our bags and place them in the passageway.After breakfast, Brad, Glen, Jenny, and I headed for our staterooms. We agreed to pack and meet in an hour. I slipped my arm around Brad, holding him close as. Can we go for a walk on the deck?”“Sure, babe. Let’s go,” I said as I took her hand and led her out the side door. As we walked around the ship, we held hands and Syd was gazing out to the city. We stopped to look out at the water. Syd pulled me tight and laid her head on my shoulder.“Bret, can I ask you a question?”“Sure. Is there anything wrong? You seem out of sorts tonight.”“I’m not sure. That’s why I want to talk.” I started to get a knot in my stomach. With all that we’ve done, I. What if someone notices it, what would people say, my god no way. As every possible bad ending comes to mind I hadn’t noticed how hard my cock is trying to get. I am getting excited about this and cannot explain why, not even to myself. As I sit there trying to decide if I could just go to work without putting it on I realize its too late, I’ve already locked it on.So here I sit, on a bar stool checking ID’s, my cock cage reminding me I’m pond scum now. The 6 hour shift I must endure is. "Next time that fucker comes round, you tell him you're paying rent to Oban Rushmore. That's me, if you didn't fucking know already. Tell him that if he doesn't fuck off, I'll stick my fist down his fucking throat and pull out his fucking kidney. I've tolerated you cunts for long enough. Either pay up or dig a hole in the ground where we can bury you."With these parting words, the man walked off still unconcerned about the bloodstains splattered over his suit. He made no attempt to hide his gun.