When my eyes had finally adjusted, I looked down and my insides twisted. It was my sister, Kusum, staring back up at me. Drool from my cock still tric...ling down her lip. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a gasp. She didn’t have a look of guilt or shock or even anger on her face. It was just a blank expression.“Turn off the lights, shithead!” someone else yelled.Once again, it was black. I didn’t know what to do. This was my own flesh and blood, my sister. She was my parents’. I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings this morning.”“OK,” she sighed.We paddled for a while in silence. Before I asked the question that was clearly hanging over that entire conversation, I’d have to decide what I should do. I absolutely wanted Pam; I wouldn’t have played along otherwise. In the end, it was a question of whose advice to trust, and I decided to trust the only person who hadn’t yet steered me wrong.“My answer to your question is ‘yes’,” I said.“How do you even know what my. The duck was laughing just like this one is. I need to tell him to stop rummaging through my brain. He is a nosy old fart.” They both laughed.Andrea called from an adjacent table where she was talking to Peter Kane. “Jason, we have had a desperate communication from Callisto that arrived seconds ago. They know that The Mob reserve Fleet is heading their way.”“We will move as soon as possible when the ground situation stabilizes. Our ground forces will follow us,” said Linda, “as I think we are. Beats salt water any day.The boat was speedo friendly, and Kip and I weren’t the only ones to wear speedos pretty much the entire time.Here are the speedos that I took with me: my black nylon Corka’s, my Aussie flag Turbos, my black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos and my red Arena speedos. The photos below are near where we tied the boat up ... I’m wearing the red Arena’s at the time.I have a bunch of photos from the trip, in the interests of privacy for me and the other guys, I will only be publishing.