"Good job," Belting congratulated once they reported that they were in position. "My compliments to your crew." My crew thanks you, Admiral," Kipling ...esponded. "Now lets see if those pilots you hired can do their stuff. Opening the cargo door now."On the top of the ship a massive door began to swing upward, powered by a set of thirty hydraulic arms. This was the main cargo off-load door. Immediately beneath it were the sixteen landing craft in which one quarter of a fighting division's gear. This was really frustrating because I had the night planned. I got up to see who it was but when I opened the door my frustrations quickly went, because standing on the step was Lisa. "Hi I know you are seventeen but your mum asked me to see if you were OK". I invited her in and gave her a beer. Lisa sat down and all of a sudden the DVD came on, and on the screen was an older blonde fucking a younger blonde. "Is that what you like two women fucking"? She must have sat on the remote and knocked. That’s too nasty, besides I told you that Joe cums a lot. Your husband might choke.” Jill just replied, “He’ll love it. Coax a really big load out of him and come on by. Do you want the sexual experience of a lifetime? The key is under the mat, i’ll see you at ten.” I hung up the phone and went back to the truck. For the rest of the day I tried to go about my business. It was tough. At nine thirty, Jill told me she was going to get a shower and to give her about ten minutes. I should come up. Lynn lay down on the deck, trying to let the cool night air wash the tension out of her, drain her of the worry, the shame, and above all, the need to make a decision. Her delicate head rested uneasily on the deck, framed between the rail of the ship and the small, open porthole sunk into the teak wall of the raised deckhouse. Her arm hung over the side of the ship, sprayed every so often by the wake created by the cutting edge of the Vera's bow. Her imperceptibly quivering thighs spread.