. oh... oh... that... that's it... daaaaaaaarling... oh my God... my God!" the mournful sobbing cries of pure lust tumbled from her parched young lips...Watching this licentious depravity, Laura could feel the flame escalating in her own belly. The aching hunger spread from her abdomen all the way up into her heaving, passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for breath, cursing herself for enjoying it so, squirming down harder into the pillow under her buttocks while her pelvis arched. "I wish you would believe that you are Barbie, Barbra Simpson's niece. I wish that you would strip naked and believe you are wearing a really sexy dress. And I wish you would want to crank up the music and dance wild, crazy and slutty."Barbie blinked, confused about what had just happened. She stripped off the old lady clothes and discovered she was wearing a sparkly red top and a black leather miniskirt."This is one fucked-up trip!" she declared. "I wanna dance! Let's get this party. On the left was a raised platform with two steps up. Dug into the platform were four square holes that were the same two steps deep. A drain hole was located at the corner of each hole and what seemed to be the plug of the drain hanging on a hook half way up. The other side was equally weird. The same two steps up then went straight back down opening up a long, wide and shallow bath like recess. In the middle of this a platform rose higher than the steps, but only a little. It was nothing more. But of course he could buy it from the divers themselves. Perhaps he had seen it brought up from the bottom of the sea by a brown skinned woman wearing nearly nothing. More than a gem, this was another token which linked their lives. Impulsively, she took the pearl and put it into her mouth. The whale oil had a strange flavor, an animal flavor. With a secret smile, she rubbed her oily hand upon her neck and then remembering what he had written in his note, she spread the oil downward using her.