I turned the device on now and waited a few moments for the subject to get properly excited.Myself: Tell me what you normally think about.Subject: Wel... uh.. Normally just basic stuff like past girlfriends. I usually like to watch porn. Helps me clear my mind and let's me focus on one thing.Myself: Question number 3, What kind of porn?Subject: Nothing crazy still. Normal guy on girl play. Maybe some gangbang or lesbian stuff when I'm in the mood.I turned the device up a few levels and I could. …I remember how struck I was the very first time I saw her. After moving back, she crashed dinner at my Mom's the first night I spent there.Although I had a good relationship with my mother, I didn't come back for any emotional reasons; it was practicality that counted. I had moved back in with my mother since I had gotten a new job only thirty minutes from her place, and I was still selling my old apartment to buy another one. She had inherited that huge house from my grandma, and my living. He was probably drinking. He would definitely be angry. And that combination, when it came to her father, usually meant someone got hurt.Of course, he hadn't seriously hurt her in years. He'd stopped slapping her around when she was in the fourth grade, when the social worker began making visits after a teacher had reported her bruises. But a smack here and there was always the norm. And though she was constantly breaking his rules, she'd never gotten home so late. That, combined with the fact. “Of course you could stay in your cabin, naked, and I’ll bring you your meals.”“Oooh, goodness, you are a dreadful man...”And after that there was little time or desire for further conversation.When they had recovered from their exertions, and Amelia was fully dressed, although with no assistance from Jake, Amelia feeling that it would take much longer with that ‘assistance’, Jake rang for a bell boy and they checked out. A short while later a cab brought them to the ship. Jimmy Green was on.