To the rear of the deckhouse were deck chairs and a pool and on the front deck were heavy, solid loungers. The bridge was above the deckhouse and thir...y meters long and fifteen wide. Behind the controls were lots of comfortable lounging chairs.The first deck below the main deck and on the outside were for sleeping cabins with large windows. Most of the middle of the first under deck was mine, from a private kitchen to the large bedroom in the bow. The second and third lower decks were larger. " "All I know right now, Sharon, is that I'm a lucky man to have you and Dottie both. This is fantastic." Dottie, hearing this, jumped in, "So, don't even tell me if Sharon is better than me, I don't want to know. I do know this is fun, and Paul, mmm, I'm glad you picked us to approach." "Truth is," John replied, "it was your boobs that led me over to where you two were sitting. They're so nice." "Thank you, Paul, they're all yours, I love it when you play with my nipples and suck them." "I. I moved over to the crack in the back door and said, "No, we're all dead!" Umm, is that you John?" I heard as a response."Yes." What the fuck are you doing in there?" Waiting to get out." No. I mean ... Guess at this point it doesn't make any difference. The 'Jaws of Life' will be here in a few minutes. Then we should be able to get you out." Should be able to?" I had to ask."This van is armored a bit more than you might think. I hope we can get you out without resorting to more drastic. I taste you. My hands grip your arms. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in person. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free – beating with such force it’s as if they have fists. They are in.