I haven’t told anyone else about this yet but I need to tell someone.Anyway, my name is Isobel, I’m 27 years old and British. I spent 2 weeks in G...a with a few other friends of mine, and then 2 weeks in Mumbai. A few days before I was due to fly home to the UK, my friends had to catch an earlier flight and move on to Australia, so I was on my own. That’s when disaster struck. My plane ticket, phone, credit cards, cash – pretty much everything except my passport – was stolen from the hotel where. I, in turn, quickened the pace. Looking to my side, I saw her quickly look at me. Smiling, she upped the pace again. At this point my body was pushing its limits. Reluctantly I slowed to cool down. She turned to me, smiling broadly, and thanked me for the competition, but warned me, "Next time don't take on a competitive rower." I laughed and declared myself beat. So then, I thought, what the heck? "Do you want to get the dying man a last drink?" I panted."Sure, it’s the least I can do. Let me. She frozen in position and said “back to my quarters, sir.” I said belay that and get back over here, patting my hand on the bed next to me. She dropped the clothes and returned to the bed with a slight skip and sat on the edge. I asked her as a man not her captain to stay. She asked me about the implications of the crew and her position. I told her that on an extended mission such as this, peoples’ private lives often clashed with the Order but as Captain I was planning on lenience, and this. I have experiencewith that. Just tell me what you need and I'll bring the items to youin no time."Shallam smiled. "I'm happy that you're so eager to help. Well, itactually needs just a one thing... the semen of seven different men."Dante blushed. "You... you must be joking!" she said."Not at all," he said. "Of course, it also needs some magic - that's mypart of the job. As for you, all you have to do is to make seven mencum for you and collect their sperm. With such a body it shouldn't be abig.