‘And if I lose?’ I asked. ‘If you lose, you will be my slave and sex toy for, hmmmm let’s say two days, agreed?’ She replied. ‘Agreed!’ ... answered happily, knowing I had just won us a free cruise with all expenses paid to Hawaii and back. Angel will be so pleased. Meanwhile, Angel and the captain got up to dance. I thought to myself, ‘Isn’t it proper to ask the husband’s permission first, even if he was the Captain and complete monarch of the ship, manners are manners?’ As I watched them dance. There had been one thing that he had done for her that she had really liked, but she had not had enough time to explore thanks to Heather's interruption.She had no opportunity to repress the thought. Within seconds, she saw the now familiar look of Jason slipping into her enslavement, his body becoming more relaxed, his gaze more sultry. Jason offered only token resistance this time, quelling the initial surge of fear just before his mind was taken. He was actually looking forward to pleasing. "I'm a little wet," she said."Oh, my manners again," I said as I rushed to get her a towel.She dried herself off, still in her bikini and used the towel to put down on the chair so as not to get the chair wet."I'm having a cocktail, would you like one?" Sounds lovely." Gin and tonic?" Perfect."We chatted for a while getting to know one another. Susan was single, never married, a school teacher, and she summered at the lake."Let me ask you something. Why do you wear a bathing suit when everyone. Why do all of you men have to be such assholes?" she said very defensively, but in an almost rhetoric way."Hey, we aren't all that bad. I'd say 95 percent...no, 75...no, 30...ah hell maybe 2 percent of us aren't. If my last girlfriend is any authority, I probably make up 99% of the guys on a whole."That made her smile a little. "So you're the king of assholes then?" Coming from my ex, I'm the King of Assholia."She laughed a little, a very fluttery kind of laugh that seemed to help calm her down.