. what’s to be done with these little prisoners, eh?” I smiled at the others, even as Mike Dunne bravely sliced open his own throat in front of us...I used my power to resurrect him immediately and transform him into one of the Undead as well. The others seemed a bit more cautious, to say the least. They probably realized that they had work to do in the city and couldn’t just leave it without a government at this stage, however skeletal it might be. I couldn’t help but approve of their caution.. But she got drunker and drunker, wondering when he would just relax and they could go into a bedroom.Whenever she did see him she started kissing him, so out of it. He acted annoyed, not nearly as drunk as she. He kept telling her to sit down. She pouted, but he didn't notice. She felt stupid; pouting was something she would do with Ryan, kidding with him to get her way. Then she was annoyed at him, thinking what a fool he was to tell her to sit down when he could get laid instead. She felt. They told me that their friends were showing my wife round the ship, and explained that they were members of a five a side soccer team who were going to the mainland to play in a competition. I was by now, deeply concerned, because I knew what my wife was like when she had had a drink, especially when in the company of three good looking, young soccer players.I searched everywhere on the open decks without any success, when I suddenly heard laughter coming from an area which was out of bounds. What made it even tougher was the fact she'd lean over the counter and thrust her chest out while talking, and sometimes pretend to drop something, and reach to pick it up, sticking her ass in the air. THere had been many nights where I'd furiously masturbate, pounding away at her ass.I think she enjoyed teasing me, getting me all hot. There had been once or twice she caught me. THe one time she bit her lip, and looked at me with lustful eyes. "Do you have a girlfriend?" No, I don't, I wish.