Stephanie crossed the room, knelt beside the chair and took her hand."Natalie," she whispered, "tell me, why are you crying?"She sobbed, "Granny think... I'm ugly!"It took a long time for the tears to subside; Natalie, having retrieved the memory, was able to recount what had happened. As she left the room she overheard her Grandmother saying to her mother;"What a pity she takes after Peter's side of the family, rather than you! Such an ugly little child; I cannot think what we'll be able to do. Five of them are with you tonight whilst I imagine sitting in the corner watching, as I do so often. They all touch and caress your perfect body whilst whispering in their broken English how they love your fat tits, your full arse and your blonde hair. They tell you how they want to fuck you so hard you will come over and over again. Their old grubby hands are roaming all over your causing your skin to feel hot as they edge closer to their goal. I can hear you breathing heavily in my mind. Is that clear?’ Maria nodded her head. ‘After the game is over you can start to consider those other matters. When I count to three you will wake up and feel really good and ready to play, one two, three.’ Maria sat up, looked at me and smiled and without a word reached for her racket, taking hold of the grip with intent. The first game was drawing to a close, our male partner Bob, was being soundly beaten by a young athletic opponent, Jack, and at 5-0 in the second set it was time for Maria to. They had been on the ship for less than a week and had both accumulated a respectable tan. Occupying a penthouse cabin on the sun deck made semi-nude sunbathing available; even at breakfast-time; outside their cabin and served up by Richmond their steward.For dinner they used the Verandah Grill; available to certain passengers to enjoy sunsets over the stern and making evening meals so civilised and glamorous with the baby-grand tinkling along to couples on the tiny dance-floor.Since those.