“Why are you calling her that? You don't even know the woman.” “You don't think that little display was accidental, do you? Or the fact that she...is now sat there showing you her legs and tits? I am calling her a little witch because she is trying to cast a spell on you with those gigantic tits!” “Well, it's working,” I teased, amused by her hissy fit. “I would love to get my hands on those.” “Oh, I just bet you would,” she snarled, and whirled away into our tent. Smiling, pleased by this. Dean is getting older. You know what? When I asked him that very question, he proved my point by throwing me overboard again!Once we had that out of our systems, we got back into our routine of working out in the morning. We would hit the tiny gym on the lower level and run a couple of miles on the treadmill, then lift. Then it was on deck for Tai Chi and, with some roll-out pads for the deck, we could even spar in the shadow of the Escape Clause, my Chris Craft yacht tender.After showers and. . Art. I got a bad feelin' about this man. A real bad feelin'. I mean it man ... I don't think this is real smart ... Ya know? I'm just sayin', I think we're askin' for big trouble here." 'Sharp' Louie told his friend with concern in his voice."Whoa ... whoa ... time out there brain trust. I'm thinking you mean bad as opposed to being good, as in it's fucked up right? Well, tell it to someone who gives a shit my man! This ain't a goddamn fuckin' city council meeting, you know. Besides, since. Blushing and mumbling incoherent apologies, the young editor stuffed his rapidly- deflating penis back into his trousers from where June had pulled it only a few minutes before and zipped up the fly, fumbling awkwardly in his confusion and embarrassment. But then, as the perimeter of his vision caught the scene that was still showing through the transparent two-way mirror, his own wife lying sated and panting on a bed with two complete strangers' heatedly expended sperm soaking lewdly up inside.