Later than it might have been, but no urgency to get out of bed yet.A voice from the cockpit behind her head. "That would seem to be quite a ... um ..... liberating thing to do." Dennis Thornton."I suppose it is. But then, I see the whole life-style as liberating, Dennis." That Mate of yours is really something." That she is; bright, beautiful and a natural sailor." The sound of Ted's steps moving from the transom to the cockpit."Thinking of making things permanent?" Dennis' voice was quieter,. He simply said "dad before you leave today dont forget to leave me some money cause me and the guys are going clubbin tonight". Glen told him he'd leave him some money if he got the yard mowed and his truck rinsed off before he left. It wasnt long before we heard the mower running as he went to work outside. Meanwhile I went to work inside getting in one last good fucking before Glen had to hit the road to make an early Monday delivery. Here is where I got my surprise for the weekend. Glen got. Neither of us had expected to run into a woman raider. Listening to their comments made me forget to spring the trap.The gentle hum of a machine recharging switched into an automated start-up warning.Pressing my microphone at my throat, I whispered, "Now."We heard a panicked female voice, "Leave me alone! Help! Help!" Finally!" one of the pirate women shouted.We waited. Boots ran.Carbine bolts sizzled as they hit flesh. I stood up and added my fire as did the rest of my men. The scene turned. " One, to look pretty. Dresses ARE pretty. They flatter my shape,emphasise my chest if I want, skirt over my hips, and show off my legs.They come in pretty colours and shapes, appealing to the deepest essenceof my femininity. There is nothing like wearing a very pretty dress tomake me FEEL pretty." Secondly, because they're beautiful. Dresses can be like a work of art,and wearing the right dress makes me feel special. A bit like a diamondring. Except prettier." Thirdly, bause dresses FEEL nice..