They've had a rough time at sea and need something to relax."The barman shook his head. I'm sorry Captain, but the only other drink you might get on B...ightland is some warm milk from a farmer. We have no need for strong spirits here."Margaret stepped over to the table with the antsy Sailors. They eagerly waited for her to give them 'the word'. 'The word' was not good. "Alright lads, let's bear away to the ship. This here port is as dry as a bleached bone, unless of course you'd like some warm. “That’s me,” I said.The man handed me a packet of papers and said, “You’ve been served.” I was bewildered more than anything else.“Uh, thanks.”“You’re welcome,” he replied with a surprised look and left. I guess he wasn’t used to being thanked.A quick look at the top paper told me what I needed to know. Rick was suing me for fraud, misrepresentation, breach of contract and a bunch of other stuff. Some of the allegations were a complete mystery to me, but the long and the short of it told me. I did it, there was no emotion in what I did, he came and I was not happy, I just satisfied his lovely requests.Growing up with the adolescence and sexual puberty, I discovered the real porn, with a little help from my friends, I watched the first porn movies on old VHS (lately with the satellite pay-tv) and I read the first pornographic newspapers, with the illustrated images of people fucking and horny comments, I wore the underclothes of my mother and my s-i-s-t-e-r (stockings and panties). You need to believe that I know what I’m doing. Take a couple of sips of water. Calm down. Then you may begin.”I turned and picked up the glass with shaking hands. I’m more convinced than ever that there’s more than water in my glass. I finished off the contents and quickly began to calm down. That isn’t to say I’m calm. But I’m at least calm enough to function.The question is, can I make my body do what he wants me to do? Can I strip down to my underwear in front of a man for the first time.