We lay there in the small bunk, two naked heterosexual men who shared a woman. I’ll spare my readers any anxiety; Mike and I didn’t do anything se...ual. We talked though. Finally.Heather was happy to jabber all day; and I loved to listen. Her childhood, her friends, her family, school, business, I knew them all by then. She’d left her job and her husband, gone to India to produce clothes to sell wholesale back home, but had left it all to sail off with Mike. She was married but separated.Mike. Dark hair, red lips that always pouted anda slow wriggling walk that brought instant sensations to every watching man'scock. Prudence was a goddess and an immediate target for the dark suited execsfrom the top floor who swarmed around her like bees, inviting her on datesor drives in their sports cars while she simpered and giggled, slyly placingher arms to her sides to push her large breasts forward. I called her Prudence the Pout . She was always poutingthose plump red lips and once, when she. Bare skin, beads of sweat, gentle, yet hard kisses, a squeaking bed…intense release. I envision this with my eyes still closed and the chills invade my skin followed by a pleasing wave of tingles in places that long for his attention. It would be another hour before he arrives. The week went by quickly but not without incident, corporate details kept me at work late most of the week, but not tonight. I sit up and wash another sip down before walking over and setting the bottle down on the. His sword was equally embedded in the wall behind me.Both of us were breathing heavily from the exertion of our fight, though I was noticing that he was not as fast, as well as not as strong. It was taking some time, but the cure was slowly draining his strength. I could not wait for it to take further hold, instead pressing my very slim advantage. I lunged at him and began calling on all the training I had learned over the months of traveling with Janet and the others.I was not surprised as he.