"His smile was wide and happy. "I'm glad, darling, because I'm not in the least sorry either. It was beautiful, wonderful, perfect, and there's no use...in denying it." No, there isn't," Bette admitted."Bette, I I'm in love with you. I want to marry you."Tears suddenly welled in her lovely eyes. "Oh, oh Ken, do you really mean that?" Yes, I really mean it," he said, smiling down at her. "I know this isn't the time to talk about it, not yet, but I wanted you to know how I felt. Do you feel the. I just did manage to stagger into the bathroom before I wet myself. I frantically groped for my Willy Peter, couldn't find it, then realized why. I'd have to lower myself down on the commode to do my business. Inconvenient, having to sit to urinate. My bladder let go in a powerful surge of blessed relief. Then I noticed the chain attached to my ankle.The chain hooked through an eyelet on a padded metal band locked around my left ankle. There were about twenty feet of sturdy lightweight alloy. That meant some eight hours of skilful sailing by the green crew."Should've kept at least one of the Italians around," muttered the skipper before retiring to the admiral's cabin. He sprawled lazily across the enormous bed and quickly fell asleep as the carrack eased through the calm Atlantic waters.Bang!Friogato awoke with a start. A candlestick grazed his head, falling onto the mattress beside him from its perch on the bedstead. The cabin door had been torn from its hinges, and the bronze. "She laughed. "Want to stop?"He shook his head. "Gasping and writhing beneath you, your hot wetness enveloping me, I lift my hips as you begin to slowly rise and fall, sliding up and down my length." I love to feel you inside me, filling me, stretching me to the limit, as I grind against you harder, pounding against you in earnest as the tension in my body builds again, feeling you swelling, growing hotter inside me, feeling the rippling heat in my belly that means I'm close." Oh, Lord." He.