The room was dark except for a small yellow emergency light next to the bedside table.Rachel sat on the bed next to Madeleine.“You know that I’m g...ing to call you Monica”, said Madeleine rather embarrassed.“Yes…I know…it doesn’t bother me. I’m used to it by now”, reassured Rachel The two women hugged like friends would, their hands standing still on each other’s back. Madeleine could smell the skin lotion and the cheap soap. Rachel could smell the expensive French perfume and the hair spray.She. The fence between my yard and Jan’s had a gap in it we’d carefully tended since second grade, and I was still as happy to see my buddy appear out of the bushes as I was when we first created that opening. Jan was my best friend and confidant, the first to know all of my secret crushes, and failed attempts at becoming cooler and more popular, especially with the likes of ‘it’ girl Cindy Pepson and queen cheerleader Nanette Quinlan. We’d played doctor and learned about the difference between boys. As I approached him, I reached around and lifted my tank top off, my breasts fell out, now that the tight fabric restriction was no longer an obstacle. My calf muscle flexed, as I propped one leg on the futon. This gave him a fantastic view of my nearly bald, naked pussy. “See anything YOU like?” I asked. “Niiiice, you shaved. I hella see something I like,” he said happily, his eyes glued to the site of my shaved kitty. I reached down cupped one of my breasts, lifted the nipple to my mouth,. Thomas and Mirabel’s tiny cabins were side by side whilst Bartleby berthed with two other servants on the deck below. They had dinner in the after cabin with the master and two fellow travellers, a grain merchant and a ship chandler. After that, they retired to their cabins.The bustling of the ship weighing anchor had Thomas out of his cot and on deck by 4 bells. He was in his shirt, but wrapped in his great coat, as he watched the ten man crew getting in the anchor and setting sail. The master.