We met the bosun – an irritable, moustached man with a strong Orlesian accent; he bowed obsequiously though I got the impression he felt he was lowe...ing himself to consort with people like us. I put it off to him being Orlesian, and honestly found it wryly amusing. He rushed off ostensibly to ‘prepare our rooms’, leaving us alone on the deck until the captain emerged from a door near the front of the ship; he was a good deal friendlier, but quite clearly busy, as he turned and started shouting. ”“Sure thing, man, sure thing.”The van began to cough. Xavier frowned as he wiped the fuel counter with one sleeve. Ah, damn, how could he be so hasty that he forgot the damn contraption still needed fuel to work? Another look at the glinting band around his wrist was the only answer he needed. Or knew.The sensor was still searching. That meant that the Trainers back in Drena had finally decided that Xavier needed some help getting back home. What a strange thing to call the white city his. She pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples again and then she let one go so she could rub her still glistening pussy. “What do you like more?” she asked, “Me or them?”I directed my gaze back at the screen to see what the two girls were doing to each other. The one girl was finger fucking the other while sucking on her big tits and I could quietly hear their moaning from the computer speakers that were barely on. I looked back at her as she slid the tip of her finger inside of her pussy and. "Alvarez nodded and d'Santos picked up the hemp."No Colonel, please no... " How long?" He held his hand up, apparently to restrain d'Santos.Miguel Diaz was close to tears, except his eyes hurt too much. Sobbingin fear he replied: "Ninety minutes, he was gone an hour and a half." In a car?" My truck." I see. Did you have to refill much fuel?" I don't... " How much fuel did he use?" Half a tank." Put him back in his cell. We will talk again later today."Alvarez went out to the prison car-park,.