The bathroom was so tiny that there was no Jacuzzi or even a bath, but only a shower that responded sluggishly to Paul's instructions for jet speed or...temperature. When he could, he distracted himself by making love to his adoring wife although this became disconcerting when the gravity dropped and the couple floated gradually towards the ceiling. Paul also got to know his minders very well. There was no one else to talk to other than Beatrice. None of them were told to why they'd been assigned. For those who are addicted to the sex stories, (yes it is an addiction) if enough of you who flame me would instead ask him, perhaps the webmaster would move the lesser sexually oriented content to a separate section.As for the vindictive low scores, because of my views, there are enough readers who encourage me to keep posting in spite of you. The scores don't mean anything really, other than what one person thought at the moment. What does mean something, is that enough of you thought what I. Sometime during the very early morning, Dyl'fair slipped from the bed and returned a few hours later, well before sunrise, slipping back into bed with Mike, and going back to sleep.Sometime later Mike woke with Dyl'fair wrapped in his arms, and kissed her awake. When she was awake, Mike asked, "Where did you go earlier this morning, to see the Satyr?Dyl'fair was surprised that Mike had known she was absent and asked, "How did you know I was gone?"Mike laughed and answered, "I awoke and you were. Of course I was just arming myself with masturbation material for later in bed, being groped had that effect on me as a girl.Then as everyone was being boisterous Jack slide forward behind me and his face was alongside me, his boozy breath tickling my cheek, his warm air heavy in my ear. I could feel my nipples harden, I was nude under my shirt and knew jack could feel the lack of straps indicating I was without a brassiere.'Fancy a dogging session Mariel'?My heart skipped a beat, I knew.