You undress inside your car.Then I tell you to leave your car and walk into the open doorway next to your car.You see the door to flat nearest you ope....Even though its 2 am you nervously step out of your car wearing nothing and clutching your car keys. You quickly dash for the open doorway just a few metres away. When you enter the darkened flat you are blinded by the darkness.The door closes behind you and the flat plunges into darkness.Your hands are cuffed behind your back They are furry. So, I completely shaved my legs, started only wearing flip-flops when going out very early mornings, true enough, surprisingly more and more hard cocks came at me, totally unexpected.On many occasions, over some years, I would be outside like this and actually was a nervous wreck and dizzy as well, from fear and excite, both.Later, I started oiling my legs with a mild sweet scented oil, got the adrenaline spiked even further, apparently some of the men took notice, when once a man walked past. ‘Good Morning, how was your weekend?’ I ask her. She looks at me and looking nervous as if she is lying, answers, ‘it was fine.’ ‘OK, how was your Friday night?’ I ask. She doesn’t answer me and just looks at me with a blank stare. I decide I’ve come this far, its time to lower the boom. ‘Look, I know you visited that boxing gym on Friday night and my understanding is that you really enjoyed yourself. I also know that there is a video of your performance that night. Have you shared that. "Samarkand is in the middle of the desert." Yeah, the admiral got too many cracks on the bean from fight in' the Corsicans " The first mate was interrupted by a loud 'Haloo!' from the masthead. A gnarled grin appeared.Toothless he may have been, but the sailor was genuinely happy with the command of the hitherto land based captain. The admiral, among many of his idiosyncrasies, had forbidden shouting on the ship. To the chagrin of everybody, mess call was announced by formal written invitation.