What a dumb-ass.“Wait... show me how you did that!” I asked, moving my hand faster and slipping it under his shorts.“I... I... press... this...�...� he stammered as I cupped his balls through his underwear.“Uh-huh...” I said, gently squeezing his balls.“AND... uh then... press this... then move to here...”“Ah, I think I get it!” I exclaimed, moving my hand up to his cock. He was already rock-hard. It was hard to tell through his underwear, but it seemed to be at least average size.“Here... uh.... "Oh she was staff, that's different then. What's her name? Perhaps I can look her up."A small sense of relief filled me, I had been worried she would say that was against the rules."Karin Weston."She typed something into her computer and frowned. "Nothing is coming up I'm afraid. Perhaps she left already, perhaps to one of the other resorts."I started to feel the tears beginning again. 'Tough it up bitch, I snapped at myself. I hated crying in front of anyone probably more than anything. I had. Aldo slept in my cabin, in a hammock right behind the door so that surprise visitors would run into him, and no one had sworn him to secrecy. Besides, the cabin’s ‘windows’ were simple rectangular hatches on the stern and sides, covered by timber shutters hung on leather hinges.They didn’t seal perfectly and always let a little air in even when closed, but unless we were in a following sea and the waves were splashing in, we always had at least one or two wide open to provide light and air.. Her name is Jaime Richardson. Her father owns Richardson Electronics. She's from Santa Fe."The screaming had subsided, and was followed by a pouty silence. "Does she do drugs?" No, Mother." Ali's voice was tight, controlled. "You'll like her."There was silence again. Then, "Your father wants to talk to you."Before Ali could reply, a deep throat clearing came over the line. "Hi punkin. Sorry to wake you so early. We thought we'd go to breakfast. We'll pick you up in an hour, ok?" Oh. Ok. I....