'Little Scott' was indeed being persistent. I had to laugh a little at myself when I discovered that the tent in my pants hadn't diminished in the lea...t. "Look at me! I should be ashamed of myself..." "Not at all, Scott. I really like that I turn you on," she said coyly, parting her legs a little. My eyes drifted down to the small patch of hair between her legs. I could see how moist she was becoming. When I glanced back up to her face, the sparkle in her eyes let me know I had been caught. Our Roman Catholic Bishop - or maybe he was Church of England - had moved in and was given a group of huts. He had been given a few vehicles, and I took him truckloads of wheels, tyres, tools and other equipment no longer required, rather than take it to be buried in a dump. There was a ship at the wharf, and on one of my trips I picked up two ships’ engineers. They told me this was their last trip and on signing off they were going to start a workshop. They wanted to know where they could buy. I felt the blood rush in my face, but I did my best to ignore her so obvious attempt to get me. When she sat down slowly, she gritted her teeth and exhaled sharply; her butt was in pain. Wanting to be discreet, I looked down on my food, pretending not to notice. “Is there any coffee?” she asked in a polite manner that I didn’t know she had; she sounded sleepy at the same time. “Nah, I don’t drink coffee.” “Your drink has coffee in it,” she replied smartly and I stared at her intently. . “Ohhhh SHIT...” I think to myself. But rather than getting angry, you simply smiled. Was that a little wink you just gave me???? I do my best to make small talk with the people from work, and everyone begins to get more rowdy as the day wears on and everyone has had a few drinks. I go to lie on the front of the boat in the sun by myself with a cold beer. Not 5 minutes passes before you decide to join me, but you aren’t alone. With you is a beautiful young girl...at a guess,.