Quickly making her way to her bunk, she turned on the highly focused, battery-operated spotlight by the bunk and killed the main light.Having actually...fallen asleep after searching the room (and finding nothing), Lomax was awakened by the gentle scraping of the door. He kept his eyes closed and heard somebody entering the room. Shortly the main light was on, and then there was just a faint light and the rustling of someone getting into the other bunk.Given the size of the ship, Lomax had really. I found a shady table to plant myself and ruminate. The day was sunny and warm, well it was still summer for a couple more weeks; a few months more and it would be the year 2000. Years came and went in my life all without a lot of meaningfulness, not for me.I thought about how my death would affect the lot of them, and maybe especially Marian. I remembered our high school days, and how she’d fucked me over at the prom. It seemed childish now, but that bit of high school rejection on her part. "I don't know what 'The Works' entails, but it better include a really long massage!" Oh yeah!" Tracey declared. "By a really hot Scandinavian guy!"They giggled and proceeded to the spa, gift certificates in hand."What the?" exclaimed Valerie when she got to the first door. "BimboTech? What the hell is that? But it says suite 321, just like it does on the gift certificates. God, if this is a joke, Peter is so dead!" It can't be," Tracey told her. "The creepy old guy said that Pampered. I unbuttoned her top and undid her bra. She was crying to herself and started whispering "please..noo.." and I started to feel her tits. I licked her face as I was caressing her tits and twisting her nipples. "Your mine you fucking whore. Your my little slut" and I started to grab her panties roughly and rubbing her pussy. "Have you had sex before?" I asked. She nodded her head, just as I thought."How many times you dirty slut?"She replied telling me she had only had sex once. I knew this meant.