It had all gotten a bit fuzzy then. What had he said? Did it even matter? Something about having to talk. And I’d said…there was nothing to say. ... toppled onto the bed, rolling over onto my stomach, pillow dragged over my head. I pounded my fist once, with futility, against the mattress. It just hurt my hand. That was dumb. I forced myself to take deep, cleansing breaths, eyes half-closed in the dark of my pillow head-igloo. You’ll be fine, Steph. You’ve gotten through worse, right? It was no. Down here, you can't even call for help, your only real hope is another boat passing by soon and noticing you. You wait for what seems like an eternity, until finally, you're too tired to tread water anymore. As you sink to a watery grave, you black out, wishing for a miracle to save you.When you open your eyes, you see a what can only be described as an angel, probably because it is. Her wet blonde hair hugs her down to the small of her back and up to the ends of her B-cup breasts. Her deep. ... Oh my!” She was looking at my erection, her eyes wide. “Um, wow! Sorry, I'll let you have some privacy.” Her face was as red as mine as she quickly left the bathroom and closed the door.Great. Now she thinks I'm a pervert. Maybe I am. I finished my sponge bath and dressed. My embarrassment had caused my hard-on to shrink.When I came out of the bathroom, I found her in the kitchen.“How about some real, freshly brewed coffee with some of that brandy tonight?” she said. “I opened. They stayed with our new friends, creeping close to camp late that night. Listening intently, they found they were indeed after us, waiting to attack us at a place where there was a narrow pass with high sides. They planned to stampede the cattle over us, knowing we couldn’t get away because of the steep sides. Carlos and Brad drew back, and made plans of their own. No need to make it easy for them. About four in the morning, when even the sentry was asleep, they undid the picket line and took.