The rest of us could go for the day. Groans and happy sighs alike, people got up to leave the tables, leaving me, Sam (great), Tracy (even better) an... Maureen nursing our still-hot drinks.As we chatted, we pulled our chairs all around one table, and the conversation hushed a little. I excused myself to go to the toilets.As I stood at the urinal, I thought to myself that it was a shame we would be leaving here today. I enjoyed chatting with the girls, and quite honestly, would have enjoyed. On Mondays I delivered to 10 stores in Mobile Al and the FL coast down to Panama City for the night. On Tuesdays I had several stores around Panama City and then the trip back home. I was off on Wednesdays and Fridays; Thursdays I ran a local run. Tammy had Fridays off and worked a half day on Saturdays and off on Sundays. So, we both had days off by ourselves I had Wednesday and she had Sundays. Sex was a big thing for us if we were alone and had 10 minutes we were fucking like rabbits. . During the day and early evening of waiting for Marco’s shift, I scanned the entire book for all the good parts, and what do you know??!! In the middle, where I had not yet read, I found a page with handwriting on the page. It said something like, “This is the part I was telling you about. What do you think about trying this?” Indeed, it was a scene where a woman gave a blow job to the South American hunk featured in the story. He had many of Marco’s traits (hairy chest, slight accent, very. As they did, a man in the bow pulled out a strong pike to use to keep us from piling into the rocks and boulders that made up the base of the mole. A few seconds later I heard the sound of wood rubbing against stone and then felt our forward motion come to an abrupt halt. As it did, the helmsman turned his tiller-board over and our stern swung inward so that we came to rest parallel to the mole. At that point a pair of men leapt over the gunnels and onto the rocks. In their hands they held.