Me: Hey, Captain DavidCD: Hello, is this my oyster friend?Me: Yes, it is captainCD: Well, helloMe: Whatcha doing, Captain David?CD: On my boat with sc...tch thinking about you Me: Oh, really, Captain David?CD: Yes and you can just call me Captain. What you doing?Me: I’m drunk and thinking about my CaptainCD: I wish you were here. Why don’t you come out to my boat?Me: Now?CD: Sure, do you know where the launch is?I looked at the clock. I had about two to three hours before my man’s possible. He was true to his word and scanned in enough to cover our tab and a new round for everyone. I noticed that when he scanned the payment, however, he didn’t use an implanted ID, but instead waved a leather-looking square over the globe in the center of the table. I wondered if I was the only one who recognized that square as the skin of some unfortunate who no longer needed the units recorded in his– or her– account.“Yes,” he said with a half-smile, “I’m a space pirate.” His face then turned. It is thin but I’m okay.’ He nodded and looked around the parking lot. ‘So, I drove here in my own car. Did you drive yours here, too?’ ‘Uh, no. I don’t have a car. Actually, I don’t drive. I took the bus.’ He looked down at me with a concerned expression. ‘Did you come with friends? Do you need to tell them you’re leaving?’ I shook my head. ‘No, I came by myself.’ ‘As did I… so, where do you want to go? I was thinking my place, but if you’re uncomfortable with that we can go to yours. I just. She could feel her nipple grow stiff to his touch as he gently squeezed it. Ron also felt himself growing hard.Breaking the kiss, Jenny led Ron across the room to her bed and pushed him down on it. He started to sputter unintelligibly; he was trying to say something, but nothing remotely making sense was coming out. Pressing her fingers to Ron’s lips, Jenny silenced his gibberish. She then pushed again against his chest to make him lie back.Coming to grips with what was taking place, Ron.