We looked at each other for a while until she said, “Who do you belong to, slut?”“I belong to you, Ms. Jensen.”“You’re damn right you do. ...ow clean up your mess, get your swimsuit on, and get to the pool.”“Yes, ma’am.”I got my towel and wiped up her pee off the floor. At the same time, she put on her sexy bikini. She looked so hot with all her muscles. I could feel myself getting wet again.“I’ll see you out there my slut, and don’t you dare take a shower. I want you to lay down next to me. " The woman smiled up at me and then took a glance at Mary Ann standing just to the side and behind me. I swear she both grinned and winked knowingly at her.I paid cash and she handed me the tickets."The theater will be the last on the left. Have a nice evening." Again, I swear she looked passed me to my wife with an almost wicked smile."So you're sure about this?" I asked as I turned to face my wife.Mary Ann just nodded and bit her lower lip without looking up at me.The theater inside had. I mean she's the one huffing and puffing back in here at 1:00 in the morning. I just don't get her. She and dad get to have all the fun.At least I know she loves me. She knows I hate being alone; she would come up to my bunk till I was asleep. It started getting weird when she would come to my bunk every night. I noticed that when she hugged me she was crying. "Jen?" "Shh, time to sleep Billy." She didn't stop shaking, and I was scared. "Jen, did I kick you in my sleep again?" " Yeah, but I’m. 2:06???? Christ.It was the longest three minutes of her life. She texted: Done Sir.His text: Good girl. Having fun?She figured that was a rhetorical question. The train ride went on and on like that. #4 for 30 seconds. #2 for four minutes. Sometimes she’d lose service, and she’d get two messages in a row, and have to do them back to back. Part of her really liked that.Finally the next stop was Brighton. He texted: Put it on #1. Leave it there. See you in a minute.She wanted to.