That evening, I cornered my Father in his study, and tried to explain.“Johan, my son, I’m proud of you. Proud that your conscience pricks as you u...e those women. All I can say to you is that I was introduced to sex in a brothel, where I doubt the ladies had any more choice in their work than those you saw today. In days to come, perhaps there may be a chance to change things ... do you understand? The Chief Elder will not live for ever, and neither will most of his Vestri. Conform, my son. Keep. It was like a barbaric instinct learned from hours of watching porn. Watching a man and sometimes a girl finger, lick, and pump their pelvis to an unbelievable orgasm. My friend, a much more experienced 17 year old once told me about the ‘shocker.’ ‘The what?’ I asked tentatively. ‘Yea dude, two in the pink, one in the stink, or reverse it if ya want.’ He grinned. ‘Works every fucking time. You start at the pussy right, just easy going and then ya let her have it! Shove that finger in her ass. ”“Oh Okay,” said Renee, “that makes sense!” She asked Meg when they got to the Bahamas could they make a pit stop. Meg said sure.A little while later Meg called Aaron and told him she was breaking off for fuel and would catch up in a little bit. Meg got approval to land, landed, and headed for the fuel truck. While it was being refueled she and Renee made a pit stop. When returning to the plane she found 2 people waiting for her.They asked where she was coming from and going to? Meg replied, “I. I meant it when I said there were too many options to choose from by myself. But if you’re not ready, then we should wait. Just know this, McKinley Stewart, I would have eloped on that beach in Corsica.”“I do want to marry you. I know in my heart that…”“No. Stop saying that you know we are meant to be together if you are having doubts. Stop getting my hopes up that happily-ever-after isn’t a fairy tale. Stop fucking with my emotions and my heart.”Grace turned and hurried off, leaving Mac.