”Leslie chuckled again. “Yeah, I can see how that might be misinterpreted. Some people seem to prefer reporting the truth.”“Do you want my sid... of the exchange or not?”“Of course I do. I’m going to record this. You tend to be fairly lengthy. Go on.”“What was observed was exactly as it appeared, but it doesn’t reflect any new abilities on my part, or the return of any lost skills. Instead, when confronted, I immediately noticed the officer seemed ... antsy.”“You sure you want to go with. His accent got me horny and that was all the invitation I needed. I reached down and let my hand snake up his thigh until I found his manhood. Yes! Definitely a true Scot. He gave me a dirty wink and I took the hint. I slowly started stroking his penis with my fingers enjoying the look on his face as he grew in my hand. I tugged on his sack and played with his balls in my hand. I knew I was driving him crazy. I loved wanking him in a courtyard full of people and did it subtly enough so need. Instantly they were surrounded by scantily clad beautiful girls, each vying for the men's favour.It didn't take him long to settle for an attractive girl with an interesting tattoo on her left shoulder, which was bare in her brief costume."Hello, my name is Da" she said in her halting English with an accent that made him struggle to understand, but far better, he realised, than his Thai, which was nonexistent. He had tried to pick up a few phrases but found he just didn't have an ear for. (I'd been keeping the magazine updated with chatty and/or informative diary notes. The Biscay storm roused a fair interest.) A couple of days out, and I crossed thirty degrees north latitude, but it was another six days before I was sure of the trade winds, lowered the mainsail and set two large head-sails, poled out. I probably need to explain that sailing a fore-and-aft rigged boat, which means most modern yachts, with a following wind, is not comfortable, especially when the wind is from.