So, at the risk of sounding frivolous, it actually did take me most ofthe afternoon to get ready for dinner, but there was a reason for that.See, even...though I?d seriously overpacked, I had worn nearly everythingI?d brought. So, I had to send everything that I?d already worn to thelaundry, which left me with only one dress to wear to dinner. It was verycute ? a spaghetti strap, sweetheart neck, concoction that Marie had hadwarned me against wearing to any company events because it was. Over some delicious plates of rice and beef Shawarma, Jean-Baptiste told me about his most recent ‘epiphany’. You saved my life that night and I think you were sent to me by God for a reason, Jean-Baptiste said. You needed help and I was around so I did what anyone would have done, I said simply. Jean-Baptiste looked into my eyes, and shook his head. God doesn’t make mistakes, he said. Allah is perfect it is we humans who are flawed, I said piously. I want to turn my life over to God and mend. He hadn't emptied either side. She knew she needed to get them empty tonight or she would be hurting when she woke up. Now that they were being nursed constantly, they were producing an ever-increasing quantity of milk. The advantage to that was any of her sister-wives or Waite could suck to their hearts content and she'd likely have milk for them. The side effect was that more and more often she was getting orgasms while the milk was flowing.Tonight it was her turn to ride the iron rod. She. And not so gently. "I know you're awake, the monitor beeped."His eyes popped open ... how about that ... he was awake. That didn't stop the squeak she let out when David looked at her."I'll run get the doctor." Putting action to her words she ran ... except ... there wasn't a door to run out ... and there wasn't a charge nurse ... Hell's Bells ... there wasn't a ICU desk ... no phone ... and no Doctor. All there was was a hangar bay with three sailboats ... fully rigged. Oh ... and David's.