"Hey" Megan greeted Kaley in an awkward so of way, clearly still thinking about the argument from yesterday."You ok? I didn't mean what I said yesterd...y you know." Megan look at her sister, "Yea I'm fine but you know that your more experienced than me and it makes me so mad when you use it against me like that." I know, I feel bad, so I decided I can help you a little. If you want." Kaley said trying to sound as sorry as she could."Whoa, what does that mean?" Megan nervously asked."Well, I was. ..His name was Jack Bishop, born in the year 1895 in Hell's Kitchen. Unknown mother. Unknown father. Raised in St.Columba's Orphanage on Houston Street. Pissed in the East River for the first time at the age of eight. God help the East River.He left the taxi in front of O'Malley's Eatery on 53rd Street. More speako than eato. A knock on the door, an eye at the hole, then a blast of noise as he walked through the entrance into the large room. The smoke hovered under the ceiling like a cloud of. My legs were jelly and my body didn’t feel like my own).I got the text. I don’t remember what it said. I got up right away, barely able to stand, holding my hand on my plug so it wouldn’t slide out (my plug sucks), and got on my knees on the floor. I arched my back to sit up straight, and put my hands in my lap. I wanted to get the submissive posture just right. I also looked at the ground a meter or two in front of me to keep my head down, as opposed to looking at the door when he came in. I. Instead, immediately after we had cleared up in the bar, I would get to our cabin as quickly as possible, snuggling up to my surprised wife who was not used to me being there so soon after work. Another change in my habits she quietly quizzed me about. We didn't even make love those first few nights either. I just wasn't in the mood as I worried about what might happen to us- again something Josie noticed but thankfully never mentioned.Four days into the cruise I had calmed down sufficiently to.