. twenty-seven... twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty...” She expected them to stop, then. She couldn’t take another ten. Thirty-one surprised h...r. There was a long pause. Karen said, “Don’t make me give you extras. Count.” “Thirty-one.” Counting one had to mean another was coming. Karen didn’t let up. He wouldn’t want that. Thirty-two was wicked, low and mean. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Thirty-two.” She was sputtering now, her nose running, crying hard. Thirty-three was a. Olivia was already next to her, then behind her, rubbing her pussy against her asscheeks, then in front of her, kissing her face, wrapping her arms around her waist and pushing her pubic hair against her lover’s. Both women smelled of sex.“Maybe…I don’t know…I shouldn’t…”, muttered the woman.“Fuck”, whispered Olivia to her hear.“Oh my…oh God…a fuck…”, kept babbling the woman.Olivia pushed her and the woman fell on the bed again. She looked terrified and at the same time terribly excited. Olivia. The scent of your hair still lingers. I remember our last kiss as I left you in your car. A kiss of promises that left the bitter aftertaste of goodbye. I glance at my bed sitting high at the side of the wide room. The sheets are rumpled and the second pillow still bears the evidence of your presence. A guitar leans carefully against a small table next to the glass and I pick it up. A hand draws the binding from my hair, letting it fall down. My head inclines to the guitar and my hair covers my. “How do you like it so far?” Ellerie said instead.“I am still learning how to use the ship’s galley, but the cook here has been helpful. I’m more accustomed to baking; I was a baker once.”That was the first information Leena had volunteered, and it explained the variety of bread rolls the woman had managed to produce in the four days they’d been on board the ship.“You don’t mind being away from home for this long?”Leena hesitated. “I will stay as long as I can. But for now, I must finish the.