I was scared. I was afraid of losing my wife, afraidof being humiliated, afraid of receiving a beating from Brad. You nameit, I was scared of it happe...ing. So like a complete pussy I just wenthome, changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, made myself a drink and saton the couch waiting for Beth to return.I can't begin to tell you all of the terrible things going through mymind while I sat there waiting. I pictured Beth and Brad in everyposition imaginable the whole time I could see them laughing. They had been playing around, jerking each other's cocks for a while, and one thing leading to another finally led to a mutual cock sucking session. After they were done, they just sat there, idly stroking each other's cock while they watched something on TV but neither boy was really paying attention to what was on. That was when Freddie remembered the window in Jerry's room."Hey Jer... remember that window we found in your room?" Freddie asked his best friend."Yeah, what about it?" I wonder. Looks like the boys of room 312 are getting lucky tonight.Joey walked back to Emily's room after Jer and Jenna locked their laughter behind her door. Things had quieted.Instead of risking them opening the door on him, he decided to head back to his room. Although masturbation was getting old, it would certainly do for tonight.Joey made a last pass through the common room to grab a book he had left there. The lounge was almost empty, and dark. As he crossed hurriedly in front of the television. .. about 5000 tons, up the SaintLawrence river to Montreal, through the Casson Canal, they call it the Lachine Canal now." Grace hollered."Fuck!!" Are you going back or keep going?" David asked."Why?" We picked up the survivors from a collision between a Saltie and a Class C. There's 13 extra people onboard. If you're going back ... would you take 'em?" Grace asked."Why didn't the ship stop?" They probably didn't even feel it," I said.The boat owner looked amazed."This is all very interesting,".