He and the others had heard the screeching and hissing in the far-off depths of the swamp, and it had been increasing, as if they had been traveling t...ward it. Now it sounded as if they had arrived. He could hear what sounded like an argument between a troop of mad apes and the grandfather of snakes. Those noises apparently radiated from the very direction where he had volunteered to go!But other sounds came also to his ears; perhaps smaller creatures generated them, but they sounded every bit. Perhaps Giles had a long-standingresentment against blue collar boys because the kids on the stickball team usedto make fun of poor Giles when Mummy'd send him to violin practice in hislittle velveteen suit, and once one of the guys saw Mummy giving Giles hisenema...and the whole of 48th Street knew about it the next day...and Giles'sname was Douche-bag for months...until he'd gone off to prep school. Giles got annoyed with theargument. "Well, these white trashy types are your friends, and I. She had never imagined such a thing as possible, that her nipples could hurt so much being punctured from the sides. I was in the mood to escalate. 'OK. OK, now there's something else you gotta do. I want you to put your panties back on. Your powder-blue, satin-silk panties, I fucking love them. I love the smell of them. The smell of your vagina on them. Your cunt juice. Your cunt stuff.' I wiped them across my nose and licked the crotch and tossed them to her. 'OK, sweet thing, this is where. ..Sadly, I wasn't able to tell the rest of the passengers that the poor dead woman wasn't worth grieving over and the mood on the ship became rather sombre for the last leg of the cruise back to Majorca. All entertainment was cancelled out of respect for the poor victim and her husband which meant Josie was able to spend the evenings in the bar with me instead of performing. The lounge was very quiet, just a few passengers and crew sat at the tables and not drinking much- all no doubt thinking.