"Hold on how are you fixed for balls?" What the hell do you mean?" I asked."There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex. They on...y sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively. I am pretty sure they won't like a cop as a customer." he said."Simon, why don't you come pick me up and we won't tell them what I do?" I figure I would see how he was fixed for balls. I really didn't care, if he was brave or not to be honest. I didn't need a hero, I needed a kinky lover and he was. I felt the sting of mace in my eyes and on my face. Good! Let my body bear the brunt of my hate, a physical manifestation of my almost demonic fury. I struggled against the police, adrenaline coursing through my brain, ready to poison my body to get me to Danielle. I felt the wind drive from my lungs, only peripherally aware of the nightstick that had been applied to my stomach. I filled my airway once more and let cry a primal roar, fighting as hard as I ever had to drag the lawmen with me to. Almost every trip in each season there was someone who wanted to 'bed' down the Captain, and I found that even if I wasn't interested in them, there was always a great tip for me at the end of the trip.I had women who needed fucking and they didn't want their husband know. As often as not the husbands would either watch me with their wife, and occasionally I would spend the evening with the husband. I had a woman on board, Barbara, who was a lesbian and she took advantage of opportunities with. My body wasn’t used to being pushed so hard—nor was my head, for that matter.I lathered up and rinsed off. I turned around slowly, letting the lacy suds slip through my hair, over my shoulders, and down along my tingling spine. The shower pulsed against my thighs. I sighed, suppressing a rosy tingle as the swollen droplets gathered up, dangling and dripping from my chest. The steam grew dense. It stung my eyes and filled my throat. Once or twice, I almost choked. Slowly though, very slowly, it.