. no. HE was fourteen feet tall, and stretched to his full height after crouching through the portal. His body rippled with a glorious musculature, wi...h arms to match my waist and a stomach that looked like it could stop a car. Actually, it probably could. A thick fur started at his hips and covered his legs, but did not do much to conceal the massive shaft that grew from his crotch. He was half-limp now, but it was already a size that looked like it would kill me to take. I'm glad I was. Armisen tussled Carson’s hair and squeezed the back of his neck.Oh, no, Carson decided. It was definitely hot. *The luxury suite back at the Bravard was old-money chique. Mr. Armisen’s suite on the twenty-first floor of the Four Seasons was new-money chique--spic and span and shiny.Carson took in the modern furniture, the sleek black wood floors, the glass fireplace. He looked out the window to a private balcony--palm trees fluttering in the wind. A perfect view of the glittering ocean.“So,. Even when I went through puberty I tried to get the help’s attentions, but they knew that more than their jobs were at stake if they were to get caught with me. So I became cold to men, I did not trust them; instead I trusted my mother and keeping my virtue intact for my husband. Eventually my father chose me a husband; he was from another well off family who lived in Europe, although he and his servants were the only ones here in the States. Thus a grand party was set up to have us meet my. ◊◊◊◊◊ [Log entry SailingVessel Gemini: 7 July, 0700 hrs GMT, Friday morning. COG: at anchor, Ile du riou , calanque des contrebandiers SOG: 0.0 kts, Temp: 83f, Winds: NW at 15, viz unlimited +10nmi, Barometer 29.98 and rising, GPS: 43°10’26.16’N | 5°23’11.17’E We are still anchored inside the calanque des contrebandiers, aka smuggler’s cove, effectively in another world yet only six miles from Marseilles. Liz is turning out to be a decent diver, both she and Carol are spending lots of time.