There was a discussion one afternoon where they decided a fair distribution of duties. I was not invited to the discussion.However, the four of them f...t right in. Some of it was make-work, after all Crystal and I had run the ship all by ourselves before recent events, but there’s a difference between “Adequately running a ship under usual conditions”, and “the way things are supposed to happen.” For example, Heyanna, Melissa’s “Nana” and caretaker, a plumpish small woman who I estimated to be. “That’s what I had in mind, baby. We don’t even have to live aboard...”“Summer, Josh. Summer, maybe we stay more at our house.”Yes, it was ‘our’ house now. Just like it was ‘our’ boat and ‘our’ life. Despite some of the comments of former ‘friends’ about controlling the woman, I like life like this. Maybe it would be different if I’d married some ditzy moronette or self-centered bimbo, but this was Gee – the beautiful, quirky, delightful and amazingly level-headed Gee.“I kind of did that. They wandered from store to store, from booth and stall in the markets, oohing and ahhhing over the silks and beads and jewelry from far and distant lands. They laughed and held their noses as they passed the livestock pens where the beasts were penned before they were shipped to the new lands to the west. They stopped for a quick snack at one of the outdoor booths and sat on bales of cotton traveling from the American south to the cities of Los Angeles and San Francisco where they would be. . f... fu... fucking loving it, you f... fu... fucking sick, demented, perverted f... f... fu... fucking whore!”Toby was reaching his absolute limit and, satisfied he was finished telling his story, decided to give in to his primitive, manly urges. He placed an arm under Jilnar's tummy and lifted her onto the sofa, beside him. The intense sucking-power of Jilnar's hungry mouth, knowing it was about to be fed, never released it's prey. Toby pulled up Jilnar's tight. little skirt and tore,.