Just remember, he’ll learn things very fast, so you’ll want to shelter him from learning things he shouldn’t!”The Capt had a questioning look ...n his face, “What about when we put him in prison?”I shook my head, “And why would you want to do that? That man, Booger, ISN’T the same guy who fired torpedoes on your ship. That guy is gone forever. Treat this guy like a kid and show him how to be a responsible, productive crewman and he may surprise you!”I could see the light come on. The Capt was. She knew he cared for her. But, she wondered, did he care for her that way? Did he care for her enough, that way? Would he ever care for her that way? Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw her answer. Her milk chocolate face stared back at her. While she thought herself at least pleasant to look at, she knew the color issue was always going to stand between them. It was an impossible dream and the most she could hope for was to be his mistress… his colored mistress. At least that was. "About David thinking you are hot? Yes, perfectly serious." I was serious about John fancying you too," said Barbara. "Are we suggesting what I think we are suggesting?" said Doreen."I think so, but not sure if the men would go ahead with it." But if they did how would you feel about your husband fucking me?" asked Doreen."I wouldn't mind if your David was shagging me," replied Barbara.The women came to the conclusion that they were both very much up for it but then it was a question of whether. At first it was hard for everyone to get used to the ideas, especially women who had husbands that were thrown out. After that generation died out and a new generation came in, in which all they knew was what you see, they thought it was perfectly normal. I presume you think how you live is perfectly normal?’ ‘That’s what I thought anyways… So are there men still in the forest?’ ‘Yes but there can’t be too many left. If there are, they must be over 100 years old, so there may be none left out.