I got to know them all well.The captain had told me that I needed to get them into bath, and wash them. For most of them, the hardest thing about that...was making them wait for the sex they hungered for until after the bath. But I knew how to control things. For me, sometimes, it was hard to make myself wait till after the bath, but I had decided early that I had to have that discipline, and they did smell terrible before their bath, so that helped me to remember.I chose Scar as my very first.. E. 5th July 2006 in front of Borivali railway station…She had confirmed about dress I was to wear for day and color n number of my bike that would help her to recognize me…I was wondering n getting desperate with heart n lund pounding hard as time started running out its was 1.20 pm then…Looked n searched for her among crowds though she didn’t mentioned anything about her wears but was sure of wearing either saree or punjabi suit as her family background was orthodox type and for my surprise. "But you know nothing about me!" I stumbled out eventually, feeling that I had to say something."No, I don't, but you look clean enough, and I've got about a hundred thirsty people out by the river and there's just Millie and me to serve them. From today until after the school holidays finish it only gets worse. So what do you say?"I made a quick decision off the top of my head. "My name's Mack," I offered by way of reply."Right, Mack, finish your sarnie and then get behind the bar. Millie and. Mother looked as usual in a very elegant black dress, her hair piled high on her head and set off by a single strand of pearls interwoven into it. Around her neck she wore a three strand pearl choker that set off her long, swan-like, neck to perfection. Daddy was very smartly dressed in a black dinner suit with a white shirt that had ruffles down the front. He wore a black bow tie, a red cummerbund and matching carnation in his button hole. We were the handsomest family there. I was escorted by.